FMS Pictures & Poetry

With pocket deuces I cling
To your bluffing kiss
In shades of candlelight,
Humouring again
One more pretty blonde -
Some things don't have to change.

And with the badly dubbed movie
We both sat through
(Accents misplaced all around)
Clarity fell
On my stubborn ears -
Some things don't have to change.

With the deepest regrets
Comes a humbling
And my blood flows effortlessly
As martyrs fall
From grace to the leaves
Some things don't have to change.

And with the face of summer
Begging to God,
All mocking blown aside,
Sincerity's found
Among our humblest friends -
Some things don't have to change.