et tu brutte

I was wandering along the high streets.
Looking in the people's apertures.
You never know what hides behind the meanings
untill you look under the curtains closed.

So I step up on the bridge in
quiet night there's loudest cry.
There's the hardest autumn concrete.
Never fall until I fly.

Then I stand on feet, but would you take the heat
off my shaking hands?
If my heart's a charcoal ashes, salt tears splashes would you love me anyway?

You were looking at my footgear laying
on the grey snowed balustrade.
We both have our past, but future's saying
you're not trying to cease your saint name's fire.

So I step up on the bridge and
his softest voice speaks in my head.
There's the hardest autumn concrete.
It became the softest bed.

And I say he could be honest they echoed he could be.
That sounds like a breach of promise, take it easy on us
So I just ask "et tu brutte"?

I hope, I hope, I hope, that my mind won't change your mind.
You drive, you drive earlier with every time.
You just changed your mind?

Sweet kisses, but did your palm get frigid?
Took the thorns off the rose, I put it in my bed.
I will stay there till I feel you want me.
I'm so scared that you don't and there's warning...

I'm putting my life on the wall.
The rope is hanging like the snake.
I'm not sure if it's time to lose it all.

When your home's not filled with my fragrance
do you just get that summerly sadness?
If my ghost is what's left of me
for you would it be easier to breathe?

No one knows

I'm scared it is

No one wants

To know if it is

So I just save this sparkle pink hearts
for the posts about you.
When they point at me like dart board
no one loves me like you do..

if you do...