we blend below the covers
and whisper to each other
rumors about a sky we cannot see or
how our life could someday be
uncharted bliss in weekends of ecstacy
i, your only kiss

the ramparts are framed in letters
easier now to burn
your lips are lined with poison
im so sad i am what you’ve chosen
come inside
even if you know it’s not right

if i captured you the moon
milky and full just for you
if i had a way to save a star from space
would you hold my hand
until our fingers not but frames?

i’d rather hold my breath and die
instead of go insane