Train Ride Home on a Rainy Day

She said these words
Make her sick
As i stand upon
Your precipice
And that these letters
Don't speak friends
For lives will break
where hearts do bend

Towards the will
Of a Devils lips
A brash pink smile
And hair that drips
Down upon a milky plain
Of beauty to which
I have no claim

It was then she told me
Things had to change
For reasons
Better unexplained
And while she implores
It is for the best
The news arrives
At my behest
as the lines of God
Upon her face
Draw me once more
To that embrace
My body shakes
To feel her Breast
As i breathe to die
This little death