8 BALL

I want to be the one that Makes you realize Not everyone deserves grace Lets you put forgiveness Forgotten with your coins From memories of good nights In the front pocket of your denim blues. I want to be the one that Makes you realize You're not a choice Lets you exhale uncertainty slowly between both lips Like drunk cigarettes in billiard rooms I know I'm a gamble Let me teach you, Maybe this time a lover Doesn't always have to lose.

You should of gave me one of your coins I would of threw it in a fountain Eyes closed Hopeful And wished for you. Now I use my own. Eyes closed Exhausted And wish for Peace.

Cinematic lighting that's heavy overflowing, secrets to tell. Lips compelled a poet and a spy just lovers under a spell Climactic rain soaked confessions a goddess avenging her will. The yearning and meeting lips sore from taking their fill.

Tightened curls at the nape of a neck dewy skin desperate tryst we are the aftermath of passion unsettled bliss sore cheeks from grinning candy heart craving mouth watering fury we are childhood novelty untainted. dessert delirium tongue trailed condensation it's a new creation, fire steamed addiction candied vapor sticky sweet elation

His planned Candle lit dinners Floral arrangements Scattered on the table "A giver needs to be with a giver" Let me unwrap my favorite The greatest gift is Indifference That grants peace.