Bora Bora

Ideas shared backwards
hidden agendas just under the breath
dry lips and twisted jaws
smoke to think,
drink to fit somewhere.
tomorrows established values
only to still sink.

Screaming mend us in every ear
choking on the flaw's
but smiling to the crowd who's afraid to know the truth

Smiling for the blade
summers for the sane
I'll sell my name to stay out of this game
backstabbing move but that's usually what I do
hurt by my own hand

I wont let yours come close enough to do damage.
flame and coal burn fast
but I cant listen that sound of silence right now

Its better to write sad songs than poems of love.