Smith

Smith May 2018

(...Comfortable...)

In resting...

Overlooking still night,

Wrapped blanket warm.

With two sweet arms,

-Lighting my cigarettes-

(...I am frozen...)

But...

She is so warm!

Smith May 2018

Headphones

Eyes wandering awake

                             Laying still; at 3.55 am.

Blue lights flow into my room, like  pouring wildflowers into warm milk!

                       Soft and sweet

                                     ...my thoughts are!

Music comes and connects with me,   like the micro dust sleeping on my windowsill.

                         Alleviates,
             all that I've been enduring!

                Leaving no space at all...

Ambiance cradles me tightly, with sleepy eyes till' morning comes

                             But...
                                        It turns 5.22 am

                                                 And...
                                                   It hits me...

   Leaving a chill to crawl inside my spine, and my hands to grow restless!

                             It hits me...
                                 hard

                That all of these songs...

                              They are about you....

             How you scared me then....

And I don't think I'll ever be the same .
                                   ...

                                              So I simply,

              Turned up the volume...

                                   ...

Smith May 2018

Simple Girl

Simple,
And so devious.
The seven layers of skin;
That you hack your way into...

What's your problem today?
You know, I don't think I own one!
For my heart beats today;
For you.

A simple bit of praise,
Comes dripping out my mouth.
With a sample of love,
Into me,
Warm like a dark red morphine.

Simple,
And so refined.
The eleventh gap inside my ribcage;
You bury yourself deep into..

What's your violation today?
You know, I must of misplaced it at some point!
For my eyes went pixelated today;
For you.

A simple reminder,
Comes oozing from my core.
With samples of static,
Hits me hard,
Your the beauty in my world!

Oh,

My simple girl!

Do you know?

I'd give you my lungs...

Keep them clean!

Remember,

You breathe for me anyways...

Smith May 2018

Sickly Sweet

Trading obscene,
For hyped up salty dehydration.
Drained out; side way matter!
To substitute my nerve endings...
Replaced with light sugar!

To what you are to me;
Is one ****** up perfection I cannot wait to touch...
Your skin like cream,
Oh, to pour it all over me!
Nothing more bitter and tasteful,
Than you, my sickly sweet.

Trading nights,
For cool, early morning kiss breezes'
Blowing away; my will for dark shadows!
To ******* myself right into you...
Living in beautiful circuitry!

But what it means to be?
Maybe made of you...
Oh...
Please, light the fire?
Subtlety....
Get in my skin!

...Spark!

Smith May 2018

Blue Sky Research

I'm limping on this sudden pressure
Almost frantic for air,
As I comprehend hours and miles
Its eligned in this mental stranglehold
(...My Love For Her...)

So lightheaded, falling onto glass
Waving needed sunlight away
Watch it creep away from here
Leaving my septic tank withdrawn and empty
(...Let The Cold In...)

I hope the rays are arrow-guided, and move straight to her
Right to her skin, soaking so slowly
Warming the highlights
Have it set to sleep at the back of traffic-lit eye's
(...Gracing Her Glow...)

When it all goes quiet, I stroke at my cortex
It must be in the air here...?
I feel myself tremble over what I fear
I need the world to simply disappear
(...To Sink Further Inside Her...)

I'll delicately purge myself, following her through this hollow
I'm pin-eyed and star-******
For the sky's to stop bleeding violent shades of grey
And bring her back to me
(...Awaiting Blue Sky's...)

Smith May 2018

Liquid Eyes

She paints me,
In her own way
Allowing once broken heart strings;
To close and bend around her...

She creates me,
In her own way
Self-actualisation set by her atmosphere;
In the sidelines of her smile...

I'm eating way through my finger tips
And take a walk in the wind...
I lost every part of my soul,
To that look in her eyes!
Her eyes!

She revives me,
In her own way
To shock the cells to breathe new life;
In her touch that renders care...

She corners me,
In her own way
To remain soft in front of statuesque beauty;
In the waves of her focus...

It's stronger than any cause of reason
My favourite ammunition...
I found every inch of myself,
In that look in her eyes!
Her eyes!

She lures me,
In her own way
Into and through pure pandemonium;
With her stare that stays...

She...
She does...
In her own way!

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