Motorcyclist girl, for days
to find you
I'm around here , you're not (here).
Motorcyclist girl, did you crack;
your lip, your palm, your face, your heart?
Are you cold?
Because of remaining a broken heart in your hand, all the time...
If the world is a caramel taste in your mouth
which fades away with every other breathe.
If the world is a caramel taste on your mouth
which fades away with every other heart beating.
As though they made you for me.
As though they created you for me.