So I don't know if this'll make sense to whoever reads this, but it made sense to me when I wrote it a few minutes ago.
Somewhere in the tenebrous mist of bankrupt dreams and pleading sighs...
Is the golden love of a flower boy.
This world may be a corrupt reality of rotten tongues and afflicted bodies...
But...
Calling forth the darling man with the pleasantly scented flowers blooming from his heart...
Is beautiful enough to keep me thirsty.
During a storm when the rain has matched my somber spirit...
His discerning eyes will see right into me.
If only the dainty droop of his lashes would tickle my throbbing lips when I lean in to kiss his face.
I'm a baby bird learning to fly...
And if his love doesn't rescue me from this anguish and heartache...
I may just die.
I felt like dedicating something to someone, so I'm dedicating this to Parogar because of the breakup he went through.
YOU ARE READING
My Words By Audrey B. Holley
RandomI'm spilling my insides. Perhaps, you feel the same. A heart that wishes to harmonize. Feelings that roll around. How outcasts are wrong...all because of a shirt. A lonely world. Note to reader: I add in whatever is on my mind, so this is incomplete...
