The Last Beautiful Lie

You came like a tornado

crashing through the door

barefoot and bleeding

still demanding more

You tasted of last night

moonshine and rain

There were bats in the ceiling

dust on the floor

old ghosts in the hallway

who remembered us before

We made our own hell

and slept peacefully there

You wore your sadness

like perfume at night

I breathed you in slowly

hoping it was right

Your lips tasted sweet

like trouble I knew

You touched my face

with pale, cold hands

kissed me slow

then told me to go

But love is a bastard

It never obeys

Now the roses are dead

the bedroom is bare

your spirit still lingers

like smoke in the air

So kiss me once more

before you depart

Lie to me gently

then tear out my heart

I'll believe the last beautiful lie

if it comes from you