bruises, cuts, and scars can go away,
but words, but words, but words,
will always stick and s t a y.

A desert between us?
Only in your dreams.
Your longing?
Reciprocal, it seems.
Your heart ache?
Nothing compared to mine.
My promises?
Rare and always held.
Your smile?
Bright sunray
Throughout my day.
Your heart beats?
My earthquakes.
Your verses,
Daily narcotics.
My horizon?
Just to love you,
On and on.

in love

Sometimes
You get hurt

Sometimes
You get caught

But either way

It never turns out
Like you *thought