we're covering something that i fail to breathe out
and the sweat that flows, cafeen through my veins
paradoxical sleepless nights
thinking way too fast to break out
nickle fast, open lips, looks that last
dreams filled with non pretense
such theraputic receeding hands
that meet with searching eyes
one beating smile, bang me blink
to feel this part of a tilted road
today we will try
and not just to fake that fucking posture
xo