It was just before midnight,and we were waiting for time to begin again,I was grateful, at last for my grey hairs,the way they signalled my growth,my commitment to keeping a promise to the miserable girl I met in the mirror months back,and all of the dreams that she had. You kept me in a kiss…

Charming and serene,awakening, like an autumn morning,resting on my mind and minding your business inside of my eyelids.I am wrapped up in the summer rain,raised from the dead and dreaming of a happy ending.

I was an emotional fountain,and your throat was as dry as my sense of humour.Down you drank,dank nights made dreamy,dripping in the stars that I painted on to pained, pressured skies. You locked the door behind us,didn’t look at me for hours,tied my hands with your type and read his diaries aloud for days.He was…