Painting Our Palms Clean

The words are coming,
losing; leaving my lips
listen. I say it once in
whisper.

I......

like to think you'd understand
the times,
they bend me to submit
to heartless lies that I commit.


love......


yellow sun shines out above me.
I can see it, but hide away.
it's true,
I wear these guilts about
yet wish to always stay
why?


You.
Forever.
Stain me with your eyes alive.