You're a canvas, waiting to be done,
You're a poem, waiting to be heard,
You're the light, that's yet to reach the eyes,
You're happiness, that brings others a smile,
Your presence is amazing, even though you're far from reaching

you are the fundamental sin,
a new ******'s oasis.

the night has come,
no one is hard to please.

feeding off of your emotions,
the portal to your gentle vulnerability
which i lack-
i want your bones, your flesh;
i want your pale skin, your soul;
riddled with my purple euphoric prose.

i look out
for your words to expose
and expose more and more
of your cracked skin.

you need love, red skin
and wet lips without blood
blooming underwater-
and i need another
warmth i cannot
contemplate.

entertain me,
entertain me,
show me what i am obsessed with.

eozyoh.
13.12.2017.
12:41.