Lipstick and Bullets...

Can I call you darling?

 

It's the thoughts of how it would make you feel that keep me going.

 

I don't know if you'd allow me to,

 

But be kind to me, my darling.

 

It's in your touch,

 

It's in the way I miss you,

 

The way I want you.

 

I've been wanting you a long time,

 

But my tongue wouldn't let it slip away.

 

My lips are bound with the oath I have taken for another.

 

I am spoken for.

 

And I hate nothing more, 

 

Than to think of another, 

 

In your mind as much as you in mine.

 

I lie.

 

I long for what's not mine.

 

I lay down and dream of scenes that would never come to be.

 

You see.

 

But I wouldn't allow myself to taste the thoughts of you,

 

Because every time I am not with you,

 

Is like my lips turned into a gun.

 

The breath of you that would bring me back to life,

Takes it away with one shot, 

By the bullet that is your tender touch.

It's in the sound of your voice,

A sound so loud, yet velvet soft,

 

One word and I'm wrapped,

Forever longing to be called yours.

It's in your eyes, my darling. 

Can I call you that? 

When my hands are not on you they feel empty, 

Wrapped around you they feel full,

Filled with nothing but the longing of death by your bullet.