You are fresh air for my blackened lungs
The split in my tongue
The arrows shooting from the sun
You are stronger than my favorite drug
Keep me numb when I wake up
The ink in my pen
I pull out my hair
Like sugar, you rot my teeth
Melt my strain from this strange life
Pressure builds, the room is flooded
You are the subject
The axis is twisting
I miss you
For your venom, they have no cure
My plans don't come through and I am
Sinking, broken glass
The sea embraces me
Steals my heart when we're apart
Follow me
Slide me your potion
I believe in this tale
Of two wandering lovers
Who burn hotter than hell
Fields in gold canyons
Watching bombs exploding
Everyone panics but them
Perfectly trapped between life and death
Quiet as drops of sulfur melt mountains
And kissing while fountains of lava erupt
They float inward, home they reach
Deep in each other's eyes
Believe in this story
I live it, it breathes
She drifts in and out, cool and collected
Taking a second to soak in the scenery
She is all that he sees
Goosebumps take over skin cells
The wind sends her songs
From across the globe
Striking the soul of the
Army he has built
On the banks of the red river
It pulses, they hold hands
Seeping into freedom and space
Frozen in time
Believe in connection
Like birds, they fly together
Even if miles away
His pain she strips like meat from a bone
With lioness hunger she sits on a throne
Every face and all that he envisions
Spirals back into her mind
Humming and singing
Tingling near the ocean
The moon rises, tears fall all over
When under this icy, frightening, mystical night
They realize all they need is each other
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Natives of Wild Night
PoetryA collection of some of my poetry--various topics enjoy
