Ghosts and Names

He smokes and he smolders
She smolder and smokes
While they dance amok
with thin hearts
A light bulb flickers
with a worn out fuse
But it reminds them
of flash buss they
used to use
recalling months spent
on italian shores
Showing all the rich men
What life is for…
She finds faint rouge swears
and the smell of crushed pedals
He has the night stand
as he back pedals
Nothing is the same
and time wont’t relent
all the gold of Midas
won’t buy back the time
we spent
Now she dances slow
w/ ghosts and names
now she dances slow
her heart knows no shame