FALL OF i fell for you in your ashy dress. lied about being dropped like shrapnel stone, i forged my birth i burnt to the ground. balcony raver asked for my/ dorian -- like gray? read that book and she fucked someone else. that's okay, she loved him and it was nice. aunt's 40th dancepack sangria tore my cheeks, i was flattered and taken away, we met at the bar by the bridge, cocktails toasted smoking ourway to the drunk's vine. downed 2 bottles of amatol and bombed the city of brest; i pilot tracking her sweet breath, never saying goodbye or sorry i fell for you in your ashy dress.
© Dorian Bell