holland

One more for you

I have been known to use this window to reflect back in my eyes the stars in the sky that continuesly lie to me "we havent crossed you". I will cast down my phone instead of stones, at shadows that apear on the wall taking the form of another missed call. Stars promise they'll change in exchange for some sort of wage, As pages compare notes that twist into a set of standards that refrain from containing any morals or morale to keep drafting those words into action for us to cash in on the ash on yet another mixed match that was made in heaven as smoke settles and dissolves along the glass. Your piece in pieces and all you want is a bit of sleep before te day begins to swim out side. The night lights up the city that bares no name cause in the next moment its never quite the the same as it was, when love was real