rotting motives

delicate decisions without an action plan of attack. attacks on the soul quickened by heartbeats that just won't relax. lighted cigarette, my mind is on fire. flames casting luscious lip prints on your fingertips, a cascading appeal that you just won't let go. a beautiful scenery of how you envy me and like water to the sun you are just like a kiss that can be evaporated, straight into mist. hot little soda can bubbling with desire, chewy little bubble gum words that aren't worth the troubles. a lopsided voice that echos in all the wrong places and liquid courage that has got you so wasted. troubled little being with your makeup pen, marking up your face for a drinking beige and in the darkness of your truths you will lie to yourself, and with words as sweet as candy you are sure to rot your motives.