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Martini Glasses

I am cold, but at least I know
It's gonna get warmer, constant flow
Hearing voices, softly spoken
Shared emotions, jump off the pages 

Lots of sunshine, on our faces
Burning pictures, forgotten places
Remember when you, you wrote and told me
Life is a, kitten in a sack
   

Like a sadist, I wrote a fairy tale
Lush and beautiful

I am broken, ripped and open
Screaming out for, something hopeful
Do you hear me, where's the meaning
I'm still cautious, can you read that   

Lots of sunshine, on our faces
Burning pictures, forgotten places
When the flowers drop, and the rain falls
It hides like, a coward in the smoke

Martini, glasses 
Empty taxis
Cutting myself
Rusting non stop
Marks on paper
Dead black watches
Silent buildings
carving myself up

Forever dreaming, No more nightmares
Lush and beautiful