The American Whisper

The American whisper rising from your skin

became the wind in my dreams tonight.

the common sins we committed

became a nightmare in my life.

I taste unusual tastes from your lips, words of others.

Other people's kisses are falling from your skin

The ones I call my brothers causes your phone to ring

Who filled the arms that I used to call heaven with devils?

Who caused those eyes to fill with tears?

You left like you never smiled with me as rebels

No more you are the rebellious flower of my sadness.