On my bike to the Liquorstore
Struck down by whiskey
Regrets are for tomorrow
Right now I want more

I lost my head
In drunken spirals
But I've got sticks
And drum away

A twitch, a twist
A ****** from the wrist
And we talked
And wrote a song

On the bike to the Liquorstore
Just bought sigarettes
Cause we smoked them all

Aint my time
Aint my turn
To feel ****
To let the bad unfurl

he said he'd always fight for me

I never realised he was fighting himself

How many poems can I write
How many poems can I write
About the girl I want to call mine
Maybe one more time
I can write
Until she finds me
She will one day see
All these poems that I write
All these poems that  I write
Were all for her
Just please girl don't ask for anymore

☁️

Your fingers tangled in my hair,
Roughly, gently braiding pleasure.
An ocean of blood rushing through ears,
As warm, wet lips dance together
To muffled music.

Fingertips
Running over miles of fabric,
Across hills and valleys and
Fields of madness.
Eyes burn through each other,
Skin slowly melts away like wax;
Yet desire never wanes,
It's flame flickers and comes back.

Souls penetrate deep, between
Temples and moaning.
Finding rhythm in thrusting vessels
As minds wander, searching
Through feelings unearthly;

Intimacy, otherworldly.

-SLuR

I said: "****!,
We need a talk."
I set you down
And struggle not to drown
In your eyes
Looking at me
Engagingly
Spilling a hint
Of fear and anticipation
As you hope
Just like me
For words
Setting love free

And I confessed
As a long bore knot
untied
A tear slipped from my eye
Cause I know too
It can not be
It was too hard to bear alone
The weight of unknown
Of love unshown

I handed you my poem
You melted
And gave me a passionate kiss
A cocktail
Of butterflies
And bittersweet tears

I gave you a last intense glance
Cause I never want to forget
The way you looked that day
As I walked away

I let it wither and die
As it wants to blossom and grow
This crush of mine
I walk away
As my heart comes close
I harden sentiments
As I start to glow
And I said goodbey
And I gave up on you

But still, oh still
I lay awake at night
And dream in the day
Of your beauty and smile
Of your cheecky grin
And your eyes
That burned a hole
In that soul
Of mine

I remember the day
I was just a castaway
Til then I did nothing
but suffer day to day

Then I saw your face
And for once I knew
Where was my place

For once in my life
I didn't had to dream
Life was better than
my happiest fantasy

I looked at your eyes
and everything was right
But everything changed
in an overnight

Since you left my life
Every day seems like a
stormy night