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byron Johnson jr Aug 2019
forbidden kisses
lustful passions ignite us
can you imagen.
byron Johnson jr Aug 2019
covered by gray skies
sheltering us from the light
for now protected
byron Johnson jr Jul 2019
on the horizon
the darkness looms overhead
it's coming for me
byron Johnson jr Jul 2019
Tell her your eyes are like diamonds as you mine them from her skull. That her smile is perfection while wrecking her world. Tell her she shines so brightly and escape her image. That she completes you as you ruin her visage. Keep using words without meaning and speak without thought. A lot if you live lacking basic heart's. A lot if you live thinking you appreciate ART!
byron Johnson jr Jul 2019
Cruel intentions hidden behind rhythmic badumps badumps. Dancing falsely into safety. Blindly led to heaven. The openness is so inviting. Vivid visions of voluptuous visage. It can't be so cold when I felt the warmth. Enveloped in emotions strong enough to entangle my common sense. Who knew cold steel could feel so soft? Feeling the release as the stream leaves me. Eptying me of my common sense. Now I'm poised for the killing blow. This Haunted Embrace, nothing left but the death stroke. So many piercings, so many sharp reactions. A Haunted Embrace!
byron Johnson jr Jul 2019
Even in darkness gentle kisses can find each other. Colossal collisions with intimate intentions. Waiting for a chance to steal a glance before the morning sun. I've won round one but the light has just begun. It's warmth can see faster than I. An embrace so laced with care it sets your skin ablaze. I have an ace in the hole, A rhythmic cadence set adjacent to the core. It plays a melody so pure. Painting pictures of us and more. An open sky for us to explore. All this from just a kiss, with you it is so much more. A single chance to visit a library of your eyes. Each an intricate and eloquent mix of your stories, my treasures. So I choose to spend my time with you. To invest my currency in what I believe is true.
byron Johnson jr Jul 2019
The words echo in my mind
Finding no place to go
They ripple with time
Spent on no no's
Now I speak no truths
Now my expertise doesn't matter
Watching myself grow flatter and flatter
Diaphragm attacked and now I have no wind
Words grow thin, they have nowhere to begin
I can start to see
My words are dumb
I have lost my voice
The end will come
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