under the moon
moments of you
the waves, the soulful sea
arms and dusk
how we wade for theehis crush, her tide
nature rings and sleeps
kills and creeps yet lies beneath
touching the soul
molding bones
creating a body of warmth to holdthe arm twined posture
a loving monster
who creaks and calls
kills for theea nickname of honey
a moon which seemed lonely
they aligned and perfected
a lovely projection
Maybe I hold on for too long, but maybe you don’t hold on for long enough?
It’ll always be mine, but it’ll always be your heart.
I’ve spent awhile trying to figure out where I’m going and the only thing I’ve come to realize is it doesn’t matter where, it’s how I get there.
I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.
with the eve
i go
kiss you from afar
leaving you armless
upon the starsyour twinkle
the sparkle
the rain
how it pouredyour twinkle
the sparkle
the rain
how it pouredyour twinkle
the sparkle
the rain
how it pouredthe kisses
your revolving door
stuck in a motion
of love, lust and a longing devotion
We live in a world of contrast and it’s sad we are among people who can’t seem to grasp the differences surrounding them.
But could words be
the end of me?
It was the way he wouldn’t acknowledge I had a boyfriend. As if subconsciously he didn’t want me to move on, yet I hadn’t. I was standing in the same place just waiting for the utmost sincere apology. When it came, I had no idea what to do with it so I ran until I couldn’t run anymore; and here I am, a year later, still running. But at least I know it’s in the right direction.
he spoke with edges
grooves that pleased
had knees
that set an easethe round was divine
the slopes
his greed
voice in the evehow he covered the walls
creaked in disguise
hid with the night
yet slept beside
holding his pillow
a little too tight
