your teeth upon mine
mind beneath the twilight
the grip of a light tight
to be yours from moonlight till sunrise
your arms, the warm
it’ll always be
my heart, your door
the stairs to yours
i can still feel echoes
bright lights of twilight
idealistic fixations
a broken homicide of his mind
we range to decipher
romance between despair and desire
it was always your name
the scent in the eve
memories of spinning
moments turned broken
dishes in the sink
tuesday morning was the brink
two devils and a street
hope is always a beautiful thing
thoughts from a tiny couch
in longing memory
i always found you there
down by the street
where i met you in the summer of the snake
on a street called venice way
the light was too dull
words by dominic riccitello
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