Just Being Honest (4/5)

We were resting in peace long before we knew death would reach us.
Playing double dutch with snake skin bullets wrapped around a golden double head sword,
We swore we would see infinity.
Laced in love as if petals were our new homes,
We ignored the time it took to be armed.
Staying strapped meant more than magnums.
Staying strapped was synonymous with 45 calibers made for the desert,
For we were ready for the long haul.
We walked hand in hand through life as if our journey harmonized with each others.
And for the most part it did.
When falling for one another meant eating bullets for the hell of it,
We indulged.