baby's got dreams
she dreams her way to your
heart strings
baby thinks things
thinks she needs to be clean
clean and cleansed of the bad things

the heart brings
bad dreams
when you're baby's
doll

baby's got dreams
she dreams her way down the road
dreams that she has her own control
that it means something
when she creeps into your lusting
and gives herself like gold

she gives herself
and she makes it cold
the way she just stares
because of what her emotions have been told
so it isn't aged it's just old
for everyone that's searching
with a compass
with a map
for gold

and it is so cold

of the daylight
this artificial heart
has learned to love with the sun up
without the midnight might in lusting
without the dim lights, candles orange blushing
without the blinding bright shine of bodies thrusting
nothing
compares to what once was
first years longing
first needs wanting
first times hungry for the hunt
new skin glowing
hot blood flowing
fire in my veins
treasures of the moment

of gold
it shines and it shimmers
gives the shivers
under skin like slivers stuck
warms like *** becomes the first ****
storms like thunder
rip tide pulling under
sweat from the first heat of summer

flourish
set your heart free
keep it for no one
give it eyes and let it see for itself

of the winter
this artificial heart
has learned to love with summers gone
never
has the want stung like what once was
first times laughing
first lines mapping
the first time writing from the soul
writhing in need and longingly losing control
first moments craving
flames paths blazing
running toward
fire in my veins

of gold
it gleams and glimmers
sparkles like glitter
into blood like poisons’ bite
burns like pyres bright white light
roars like oceans
first waves of emotions
***** secret kept notions
courses through veins and hot skin
intoxicating and welcoming within

flourish
set your heart free
keep it for no one
give it eyes and let it see

she wanted to strip off
her shoes
& sprint through the
field of dying
wheat
glistening orange stalks
in the setting
sun

unraveling her delicate
bandaged wings
she reminisced upon how
she had never liked
to run
but it was all this
day
had to offer


"when will we stop being so afraid?"


her hair flew like dark sails
out from behind

brief footfalls on the
pavement
& she had half a
mind

to never stop


billions of stars blazed in
the sky
on two separate nights


& she had yet to
wish upon
that first falling
light


her lungs gave out once she
reached the land of
buried bodies
carefully planted near her
home


but at last she felt a glint
of hope



that much was left
to roam