2 a.m.
traveling through
beside my head
in my bedthoughts on fire
mad desire
i lie in twists
crumbled to bitsan endless romance
two times too far
the arms, wind
lying in abyssthe tone
our dance
my twists
your handstwo things
i seem to miss
along with your face
and our ignorant bliss
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We were wrong, but oh so right.
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Blonde hair, bad eyes, the one in white who seems to twirl, dance and frolic through my mind.
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death without blood
tears and a knife
no words
it’s you i needcan’t scream, can’t seem
how birds sing
enough is enough
but the blood’s smeared
and i’m far beyond deadthey spoke
hateful things
all in the head
tugging the last
laid out
screaming for helpbut i can’t see
‘cause eyes are deep
and thoughts were cheap
but sleep
the strive and fighti need me
yet i need him
everything that surroundsi see light
yet know it’s dim
like i love from limb to limbif i had known
everything was preliminary
maybe i wouldn’t have gone, listened
taken a chance
tipped my hat
for a welcome matand although i stood, bowed
to a thought of perfection
a lasting seduction
i’ll always respect the question
the intimate
the few momentsgratitude
words by dominic riccitello -
I’d tattoo your face across my body just to show you I’m not afraid of commitment.
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If loving you is wrong, I guess I’ll always be wrong.
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Some align and intertwine while some fade with haze, but we grow making it okay.
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twins and thoughts
two legs
grass atop days
life before hey’sa sky within purple
with eyes like flies
and as one stood beside
a ghost still hoveredsadness engrossed our blender
mixture and pleasure
hot tempered pressure
he loved, he did
all of itbut himself, he was
a stream of mice
the ones he dangled
as he stood seemingly quietexcessively afraid of danger or pain
words by dominic riccitello -
Love. Hate. Scream my fucking name.
