I will be your Bonnie to your Clyde
Breaking rules as souls collide
Both barrels loaded
Kissing shotguns with greedy lips
As we blow away the heavens
Ending in a battle of spilled bullets
Leaving this world on a devils dream
Spilling out blood across the green.
We lived wild and free
Dark hearts, collected souls
With blood spilled across the page.
Lived life on last breaths
For love is a revolver waiting
For two steady hands to pull the trigger.
Within the eyes of the hunted
They became the hunters
For a fearless finish
Ending where it started
Among the breaths
Of the dark lovers
The broken hearted~
Bonnie’s headstone ~
As the flowers are all made sweeter by the sunshine and the dew, so this old world is made brighter by the lives of folks, like you.