It's barely 2:22AM and i am down on my knees

Knowing he took my soul to sell it off seas

I remember the perfect olive green

wrap top And a navy blue Tee

hugging both our bodies like a baby

tooth ready to wear off.

And a backseat smelling of a faint lusture

"I am not planning to go anywhere, Anytime soon" the words were floating within the tight

Space of his horseless carriage

There were doubtless vibes from your eyes covering the rear mirrors on the sides.

Crashing through the dusty dashboard

Your intentions struck my side bangs like a blunt knife.

I saw the colours fading off from the eyebrows to his drooping smirk

And There was love so volatile screaming to evaporate in due time.