Perfection With You
I got strangers in the living room, wearing formal attire
how do you think it is to be around a crowd of liars
ever ever felt the blacked touch of broken wires around the ashes of your house on fire
I didn't set it though, I was burning tires
so when the crowds talking downstairs to the bedroom I retire
I'll be playing with knives tonight
good thing y'all fellas didn't bring the wives
but you manage to bring the virgin bride
how that mistake will work out perfectly tonight
for the rest of your lives you'll be screaming why...
the wine stains dry, I run by with my custom white knife, and all the noise dies
my smile glides bright around the red wine that flies across the rooms sky
where art thou my Juliet? wedding dress, bloody on floor, gosh your a mess
don't cry my love, don't stress, I promise you look your best
tomorrow yours wedding! frown less celebrate the occasion with a fest!
the moons a perfect crest,
perfect heart shapes crying out your bleed
I don't know what came over me
the fire is all over the house as far as I can see
I love the sound of your slowing heart beat.
poem by Freddy Ibarra
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