Love like a needle full of methadone,. Potent but not real, left you wanting more.. Lipstick track marks bleeding wet,. like Montagues and Capulets,. For us child, the stars refuse to shine..
Woah, woah.. . Bang, bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled,. Then gone forever.. It seems like just yesterday, how did I miss the red flags raised?.