wedding of words die in the water
swallowed whole by pretty summer lights
fingers are pointing
ravens are circling
we're choosing sides
rain is romantic for kisses on fire
the moon carved from honey
dreams dangle from a fictious
high wire
well running's for runners
bridges for walking away
sometimes sorry is sorry
and don't mean a thing
false love is a rebound
a passing flame
and to the one that holds you
you're a faceless kind of fling
leaves you fighting with shadows
craving summers that don't fade
ruining perfection, changing your game
familiar is over
don't let hate beome leftovers
those who love you will get you there
as you leave your soul
in trails on paper
like pretty summer fireflies
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