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Bonnie and Clyde

She makes me feel like Clyde Barrow/
Cupid fired arrows/
At me, I tried to stare those/
Fuckers down, but they fly near smoke/
Attracted to a burning passion/
The perfect match in/
Hell and back/
A selfless catch/
With a selfish ass/
Unholy angel, thirsty savage/
Do I deserve this damsel/
Fuck no but I might swear those/
Angels grinned at me and sent me a guide, they're so/
Great to bless me/
I was stressing/
Nightmares so/
Paralyzing and I fared no/
Better denied, scared broke/
I cried barrels/
When she arrived/
I breathed a sigh/
Of relief, and my eyes narrowed/
A bright glare so/
Poweful, tempered with darkness/
A stark shift/
From reality/
She grabs me/
And starts in/
Parts the/
Fog in my mind, barks at/
My demons, keeps them away, my scarecrow/
I cherish/
This girl, no time to spare so/
Let me tell you about Bonnie/
She calms me/
Pisses me off and crossed me/
One two many times, I chalk these/
Up to a dropped knee/
She fears and loves, wont stop me/
From knocking/
Her out softly/
Or hardly/
Depending on the box she/
Opened, but it belongs to Pandora/
A trapdoor from/
The world she pulls and that sort of/
Romanced more than/
Id originally planned for her/
To crack open/
She danced mourning/
The loss of my renounced borders/
In a trance, hoarding/
My last portion/
Of devout morbid/
Curiosity, yet I found solace/
Clearing out that black corner/
Of my heart for a brand new occupant/
Opulence/
Embodied, Ive locked you in/
Called you when/
I was pondering/
Dark things, a constant trend/
I stopped it when/
You walked the edge/
With me, stifling sobs, and then/
A startled breath/
Stopped regret/
The moment I caught your scent/
My cards were left/
On the table/
But you claimed them/
Shuffled and off we went/
And I stared in amazement/
Because your face in/
The light phases/
All of the pain in/
My heart and replaces it/
It with graciousness/
Cause the favor that/
Ive been given is making this/
Brazen kid/
Slow down, taste your lips/
And savor them/
You satiate what lived/
Inside me before she/
Tore me/
In half morbidly/
Courting these/
Shadows of mine couldnt restore the scene/
Alone/
Growing/
Cold and broken, freed/
From this by my angel/
A savior/
So graceful/
I may pull/
Some dumb shit sometimes but Im thankful/
Im closing/
The growth we/
Both set in motion clothes me/
In the cold stream/
Of life, and if only/
Our souls meet/
Again in eternity/
Ill recieve it perfectly/
I love you so earnestly/
I work and bleed/
Just to be worthy/
Murdering/
The past/
Made of glass/
Searching/
You burned these/
Tenets into my spirit, I trust you/
Ive succumbed to/
These feelings now, baby I love you/
So rejoin me on a crime spree/
Might we/
Fight these/
Authorities off so unkindly/
Come find me/
While I streak/
Naked through the world, unsightly/
Weve arrived, see/
The world is ours, now stare at it blindly/
What I seek/
Ive found in the depthes of your irises/
I admit/
I was hesitant at the sight of this/
Call it survival, shit/
The thought was reminding this/
Vagabond/
Of the saddest song/
He endured, still alive and pissed/
But time will shift/
And bring you back in my orbit/
Absorb this/
Pain, life we can never control it/
But the moment/
I see you is a flame rekindled/
It may seem induced/
By the pressure, a charade weve been through/
But take these blessed few/
Months and walk with me in our heaven/
Im guessing/
This is all youve ever wanted, contentment/
No stress in/
This world, take my hands cause were melting/
Away from the pain, agony and regrets and/
Im betting/
That Im walking beside/
A kindred spirit, tropical isle/
Monstrous title/
Weve assumed, lets go, drop it and ride/
Weve got this tonight/
Resume our roles, lets be Bonnie and Clyde/

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