Fin (Chase Fontenot-Lafayette, LA)

Last goodbyes The tightrope that I walked And the sidelines which we chalked Simple pleasures from clever treasures Measured our love by a single feather Cutting ties Your pure soul pulls the tears That calm my inner sinner A whisper that farms my fears Our fingers stroke the trigger Empty eyes Awoken by your makeup upon chest A vivid dream invaded my rest Drag me to hell so I can sleep Burn me alive with the secrets we keep