There are no such things
as werewolves and vampires.
Tank engines don’t bite!
She hummed the echo
of the last dead nebula
yet somehow he booed
She’s always like that,
running off the jagged cliffs
hoping that she’d fly
The cinnamon dust
On your sticky little lips
Meets my collarbone
She is the full moon
pulling my angriest tide
we’re invincible
I chiseled your tomb
from my many broken bones
may you rest in peace
I waved at a plane
And you are light years away
Yet you waved right back
[bisa] 