I cried as the cursed summer raged on, my mind, long gone, whistling and walking like Simon Templar, wandering like a mad woman, slipping in and out of consciousness, as the sun sent me love letters every morning. The sun was my only reliable caller. The same time, every day, the same smiling beams across…

Neon reflecting in your eyes,blessed in black lace as I lay another kiss on you,reflecting on how I lost my suspicious mind,as the slots sing the bridal chorus,and our silver rings sparkle under the house lights.“Take me home” I tell you.I’m your souvenir,and I want you to keep me on your shelf,so I can be…