The taste of fear lingers
In my mouth,
Turning the breadth warm
Against the wintry crowd.

A glass of whiskey
Studded with ice,
Covered with droplets
With the passage of time.

Pleading to let things go
Saying,
"It doesn't matter no more".

We fall from grace
And mix with the rain,
Then look into their's
To make our heart feel okay.
We all know the secrets of those eyes,
And yet no one blows the whistle
To end this tide.

For the rains have ceased to exist,
It's just us falling from grace.

The waves shed their spell
Like the sound of jazz
Lost with an unseen trail
Each with their own taste
Following the rhythms of other's breath.

Their moonlight dress dancing
In the silhouette night
Galloping with the wind
Till they fade,
Through the gaps of sand.
Away from people's mind
Stuck for a while
For a moment's worth.

There was once a king
In a house of cards
Loved his queen
With all his heart.

For he was a heart
To give and dare,
But she chose a king
With a diamond
To spare.

Soon they got shuffled
And the game begun.
In the hands of a man
Whose heart had spun.

They drew their swords
And waited their chance
But this was a game
They all knew,
Was done.

At midnight the clouds rain
Dreams flow down the alleyways
And streets, till they all fade
With them bustling with the wind
The music and light
Hands around her waist
And the world in her eye
The leather jacket skycrapers
And the neon in their shades
They name all the stars
While you take me there