Cocoa Beans and Nicotine
Hear our threats,
Heed our calls.
He might save your life,
But I'll be stealing your car.
With my scars.
With my leather.
With his goggles –
And his striped shirts.
Do we even belong?
Who wants the ones
That aren't number one?
But we do belong –
To each other.
In our mass of blonde –
And red,
You can smell the Cocoa Beans
And almost taste the Nicotine.
But the next day –
He's falling.
With my failed plan.
A bullet hail? Oh no…
I'm sorry,
So,
So,
Sorry.