Roman Candle Promises

Last slow dance

Sunsets in lasting defeat

Letting us down in the middle of the street

Don't give up in the form of the dancing summer heat.

Calmer sips now as the flashbacks swoon in the back of my head.

Our hearts heavy in the cool of the day.

Skinned knees, forevers to still meet but the moments of the prisons we knew just laugh at our feet.

More or less the less is known as I held you close the first time.

Cologne, and charms sprinkle in the newness of the beat

Holding back to the abstract as the trinkets that are always easier to keep.

Heavy are the moments I tried to remind you but seep into the cracks of the street.

Sunshine in the corners of our hearts that ignite like the 4th of July jubilation and cotton candy.

Pink shades of romance still shield from the surrender of time that plays for keeps.

Lost in translation we pray for '95 again.

We're still holding on to the ignorance that blanketed us too deep

Keeping the car running, never getting bored from the pain that was within.

Undefined, we tried to carry the manners rehearsed.

Together with me as the weariness comes along.

The homes upon the range of a street all alone.

Valley's end in the shades of your names.

Cups to the brim sugar racing through the veins announced for roman candle kisses into the edge of the night.

We lay our heads down in sight of the stars that kiss us goodnight.

You hold me for the last time.

Fighting uphill through the years.

Fitting ends for kings and queens of the promise.

Promises of summer spelled out the dying glow.

Committing to one another that we are never giving up.

On the time that we have had.

Or the time that now have.