Here we sit, along the sidewalks of this decaying city street.
She forms goosebumps along every crevice of my shaky, petrified skin.
I'm a crude, work focused rock.
She's a star-struck, off-balanced mandarin orange.
My dizzy girl, I'm her prince, here with my hands over her dizzy mandarin eyes.
We are two vultures, sitting on the fence about love and spreading our wings together.
She insists on dancing down every hallway, holding my heart for balance of which she...