Silent screams from the rooftop
as the night ended in a bit of an anti
******
Rounded out by your hurry
but never discoura-ging
I watched each defined crystal line bring forth from the depths of the lead in our chests
a divine struggle
of life and highs
Cliche though it may sound
the round
-ness of your face
with your hair at my chin brought me exactly what I was looking for
By giving me nothing that I was looking for
Ink stands forever in skin
And I still think you deserve that
Your words will spring forth from my lips
And I still think you deserve that
But the ethereal place that I cinch at my waist will leave empty a canister once filled by your name
Though you did not leave of shame.
Just like the encounters of those in my art
your shaded brown eyes brought the start
Of me
Spurred by the Heart
of you
And in that, we will share, although you were somebody that I never knew
And I, somebody you will never think of
A saunter in the dark, strange conversational
spark;
Silent screams from the rooftops
and the fire
Restarts.
for me.