sound of thunder
oh thee sounds so fragile
bursts of sound that travels through the sky
so frank and bullied

And monsoons,
will always be about our kisses,
wet and passionate,
your breath tickling my neck,
your fingers warm at my waist,
as rain drops soaked your hair,
and wet the front of my shirt,
the look in your eyes I will always remember,
of total surrender,
how you gave away everything you had
and how I held onto what little was left of me...

To miss you,
is to love you.
My heart bleeds,
for your touch.

To want you,
is to need you.
Our souls need to,
connect through us.

I hate the city
How you can't see the stars in the sky
How hopes seem to die
How life is a swindlers mind
It's not that the stars aren't there
They just fell, burned out, hidden in apartments
They forgot their worth and so forget to twinkle
Like a black hole
The city swallows every star

Antagonistic
adorable
pink
rushed
in my
cheeks
speaking
instead of my
real emotions