If only I had a real outlet to whom I may vent
Another person who I am not afraid of judgement
Persona on fire because we are both hell bent
A demonic being of heavenly descent

I wonder if what may be true, is.
Buried inside of me lies a tiny bliss,
my blood courses through your love.

Enchanted contentment of a real delirium
Non complex conundrum in regards to our steps
Skipping somberly beneath an insatiable sky

Pull and tie into a bow across your chest
connected to helium filled balloons
against the nature of my being
gifted with wings

Leaf tips drip dew of the mornings hue whilst their trees release a secret into the breeze, as a siren would lure you to her depths your nature leads me home. An exhale of relief as fingers trace the contours that lay beneath tough skin, though pale and bruised as once was internal. Melancholy has ceased in a rainforest scene; a lush foliage of greens thrive without constraint, just nurture. Your canopy is of a higher being who shades violent rays from penetrating between any gap or space as we have conversation about the finer things.

A need to be accepted, I do not want to be.
Stock populated schemes of financial dreams and picture films filled with idolized beings.
Clearly I seek sobriety but what you do not see is that it is of the human kind.
I find myself an intricate being of much interest considering emotion and overthinking combined with a low self esteem.

Seeking a permanent pit stop off of its long road
A gorgeous flame settled into a glowing ember
Dimmed by weight of memories together
Mostly great though a few somber
No longer wanders when it beats from home