The cold is biting my neck
but you're the one who
really has her fangs in my throat
can I watch your demise on a radio?
these drugs make everything look like
a second chance from a stolen glance
cocktail parties in a catholic church
can't you see that everything is backwards?
of course not, your eyes are in the back of your head
the french sounded better on my tongue
the air must have infected the words
theres a sore from how many times
I put that gun in my mouth
hummingbird hearts never leave our souls alone
the cold grows old but it won't go
I wrote your love song in a cemetery
Grady Falco
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-shiner-highlighted-by-eyeliner/
