The Man Who Lies about Moving On

I'm leaving a kiss marks that hides in every good byes
Right now, your pulse aches:
As the stream, runs with tears
I'd like to drove your smiles back to previous erst
Or back to the weathered park bench, where your dreams stay still
Or simply back to us
Again

I'm swallowing a toxic that hides in your shirt's collar
For a moment, the world craze:
Every evening, after the tax has settled
I'd like to crashing my car in to our memento
Or on to each interlude of bar tables full of nicotines
Or simply on your heart
Again

2017