Tangled in thoughts that
helped forget structure.
While numbing the senses,
to tend to the rupture.
Words struggle between crooked teeth..
When a will is weak.
N'there's a wracking sickness,
embedded deep in soft groans.
Casting all hope aside,
while wishing on skipping stones.
And sometimes I lose sight of what I say,
but her heart is a megaphone for memories anyway.
And so close is where I lay my head.
I hope she drowns in the love
pouring from my eyes.
Cures the sickness in my head,
and lays my sorrows to rest.
Because
The angry acoustics
Ringing through my empty home,
Remain submerged in the hollow of its bones.
Forever reminding me of the soulless
nights left drowning alone.
But how a simple touch from her silky tips..
Cures; and cultivates the sulk in my hips.
Motivates my soul.
To learn, strive and grow.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
Tangled in thoughts that
helped forget structure.
While numbing the senses,
to tend to the rupture.
Words struggle between crooked teeth..
When a will is weak.
N'there's a wracking sickness,
embedded deep in soft groans.
Casting all hope aside,
while wishing on skipping stones.
And sometimes I lose sight of what I say,
but her heart is a megaphone for memories anyway.
And so close is where I lay my head.
I hope she drowns in the love
pouring from my eyes.
Cures the sickness in my head,
and lays my sorrows to rest.
Because
The angry acoustics
Ringing through my empty home,
Remain submerged in the hollow of its bones.
Forever reminding me of the soulless
nights left drowning alone.
But how a simple touch from her silky tips..
Cures; and cultivates the sulk in my hips.
Motivates my soul.
To learn, strive and grow.
