My heart is beating on the verge of dying
Your muscles are tensing
My lungs are breaking
Our lips are touching
The world is stopping.
Mountains sinking
Oceans flooding
Clouds are fighting
The storm is rumbling
While our lips are touching,
The world is stopping.
Your hands are claiming
My body is heating
Our fingers tangling
The sheets are crumbling
Because when our lips are touching,
The world is stopping.
Angels falling
Kingdoms failing
Lies are hurting
Your eyes are burning
When our lips are touching,
The world is stopping.
When your heart is slowing,
My bones are hurting
Your soul is fading
And our eyes are closing
As long as our lips are touching,
Our world is stopping.
2024.08.23
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
My heart is beating on the verge of dying
Your muscles are tensing
My lungs are breaking
Our lips are touching
The world is stopping.
Mountains sinking
Oceans flooding
Clouds are fighting
The storm is rumbling
While our lips are touching,
The world is stopping.
Your hands are claiming
My body is heating
Our fingers tangling
The sheets are crumbling
Because when our lips are touching,
The world is stopping.
Angels falling
Kingdoms failing
Lies are hurting
Your eyes are burning
When our lips are touching,
The world is stopping.
When your heart is slowing,
My bones are hurting
Your soul is fading
And our eyes are closing
As long as our lips are touching,
Our world is stopping.
2024.08.23
Writing is strange, because what do you mean that sitting out in the sunset, wanting to write about an imaginary honeymoon in my head, about the peace and commitment lead me into writing this instead, an intense and whole other kind of poem?
The tilte remained the same after all, I was too in love with it.
