Not Irish Enough To Be Lucky

No more words 

I'll let my body do the talking

I've got a wolf for a heart 

Put my teeth in you 

I want you howling my name

It should be in your mouth

Scold me or praise me but, my name

It's a sin when you say it ,the sounds  

Of you laughing are the perfect shades of grey

Straightforward  

There's no curvy paths with you 

I'm not lost 

I feel ok

Trembling hands hold true

I'd be better off kissing the clouds that fade in nightly stupor 

Like them you are opaque

I can see you with my eyes closed 

Even with your blurry face

My judgment is cloudy, too much blood in the water

There's a shark somewhere swimming 

It's got my name,my number

Lucky 13

"I'd rather be lucky then good" he said 

But isn't that the truth

I'm lucky to have met you but our fate is just no good

I'm a sucker for cliches

You're the epitome of a younger dream

The cliche is its not a dead dream it's alive and it's kicking

It's the bouncer at the club that won't let me in

I'm an outcast at my own party 

Whoever said that love is magical

Must've hot boxed for two long 

If only this feeling was a second hand high then I'd have a finger to point instead of my heart to blame

Fuck

Impending sense of dread

I've lost what I never gained 

The feelings just the same 

Am I in love or impaired in my brain?