I love you?
Have no greater words fled from your lips?
I want you
A boy, alone no longer, sits
Accustomed to his bright red lips
Upon which smoke his cigarettes
A throat unsore but remedied
In pasts upholding royalty
And yellow lights and walls of white
And medicines of you tonight
So do I dare remise you
Or try again to call you
What possibilities befall you
Do I do or die for you
Give you what you want me to
Or take it to a brighter blue
And show you what you put me through
In stormy minds but all ill do
Is tell you
how much
I love you