Spinning like a ghost

on the bottom of a

top,

I'm haunted by all

the space that I

will live without

you.

air caresses me so gently unlike no lover has ever
the marijuana grabs me by the waist and rests her weary head on my *******
hush
shhhh
i'm here
never cry again
the earth and I dream together
pressing his solar spine into my solar plexus
i always preferred being the little spoon

i cradle you because i love you
i expect nothing in return because i love you
the universe created a masterpiece birthing you

This is the end of the journey
This is the end of the line
No need to step any further
Nor waste anymore precious time
All that remains is your
scent that reminds of lime.
And the sound of your voice
that echoes through my mind.
The lights are becoming more
dimmer making me feel as if im
blind. This is the end of the journey.
This is the end of the line. Reality is
taking over me as it reminds me that
your no longer mine.
No longer mine to hold onto
When the storms have reached their peck
No longer mine to grow old with
When loneliness has gone to seed
So yes this is the end of the day
And I'm afraid this is the end of the night
Because this is the end of the way
We do the things that we like ~