just a click and a clever tweet away..

they had it right all along when they asked why we fight for this losing game. i never gave them an answer, but i'm pretty sure they already had one. locked up somewhere convenient they've left the guide only meant for the most worthy of eyes. i want to get lost in the disease of summer. read shakespeare in the heat of the afternoon, and bathe in the scent left from your open window. want to find someone sprawled across a cold couch waiting for a chance to admire the bronze and smooth quality of summer tainted skin. want to kiss lips bound to the dusk of bittersweet nights. 

the moon always sets too soon on you.