When you asked me
for the only direction
to the campsite of Holy Aurora,
I fed you with the temptation,
and when you laid the blanket
I made you the bed instead.
I was already underneath the lake,
and I extended my hand to you,
waiting for you to realise
that there is nothing at stake,
and there is no wrong in being true.
When you talked to me
about the fiery, empty sunset,
there were devils that lingered and smiled.
I painted clouds and rainbows
for you to be sheltered from,
partook in a deep sigh and grew.
You were awakened
by the smell of the brewed coffee,
filled with our joy and contentment.
You were no longer in a daze,
forever buried in the strong aftertaste.
Stay within my sight,
and touch me with all your might.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
When you asked me
for the only direction
to the campsite of Holy Aurora,
I fed you with the temptation,
and when you laid the blanket
I made you the bed instead.
I was already underneath the lake,
and I extended my hand to you,
waiting for you to realise
that there is nothing at stake,
and there is no wrong in being true.
When you talked to me
about the fiery, empty sunset,
there were devils that lingered and smiled.
I painted clouds and rainbows
for you to be sheltered from,
partook in a deep sigh and grew.
You were awakened
by the smell of the brewed coffee,
filled with our joy and contentment.
You were no longer in a daze,
forever buried in the strong aftertaste.
Stay within my sight,
and touch me with all your might.