Washed out flame
Never to reignite 
Face to face
Mouth to mouth
Breathe the terror out
I’m overwhelmed by infinite doubts

I forgot my virtue at the door
At least that's the excuse I'll misuse,
They say tattoos cover any bruise
But then again, so does continued drug abuse

Baby, be my "everything that went wrong”
Fatal love songs remind me of my recklessness
I’ve got another Hail-Mary to choke out- it’s the day of genesis
And you’re my only shame but I lack all eloquence

Digging my own grave
In hopes of learning the lesson
I’m five feet deep,
Torn lace is the only mark of my indiscretion 

Silhouettes fake perfection

© 2014 Peach

Words are not weapons,
And this is not a war.

The white chalk cliffs
stand guard over the riff
oh to be a hawk
and fly over all that is sought
but I am bound by gravity
and must live with this intensity
those white chalk cliffs
hover above me
now I see

Scrolling through the internet
I see the world
The beauty of these places
The different countries
The culture
When will I get out of here
See the world without my phone