the morning after

You're always beautiful
the morning after
when I struggle to remember
my own name
lost in the post-glow rush
of dreams coming
and coming true

In the golden glow
of sunlight
I can believe in angels  
fucking their way  
to the gates of hell
just to taste the fire
on their chastity-parched lips  
that long for the purity  
of violation

'Cause we're not really here
the morning after
my soul lying somewhere  
inside your body
and yours lying somewhere  
in mine

In the golden glow
of the morning
I am drunk
sinful and successful at it
your touch indelibly branded
on my brazen skin
that sings the prayers  
of the damned

I can always forget who I am
the morning after  
lost in the memories
that border on the edge
of new-blooming fantasies
more real than the day
that lies ahead
without you

Indie Adams 2014
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 5th Jan 2015
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