*my love,
you have nothing to fear
save the fear you
harbor...
and the beast behind you
with your name
scratched
on it's tongue
like a thumb
in a ****
you have me
at my very worst of late
as well as my conjuring of a better man
than I.
the sorceries of introspection
and my lucid inner
light.
your pigeon holes are raven squares
storming a brilliant darkness
that has but one pair
of lost souls.
and nothing else to
spare.
you fit where
the war has a peace
as our worlds collapse in
sunshine
and the narrow luxury to mourn the death
of such a wish
from such a
heart... with it's own
mind.
yes
we roost in the empty caverns
of our needless fight
and humble none the shadows there
that troglodyte.
i love you more than all of this
and pray the same
you might.
i wish upon a star that fell
and found it
in your
eyes.
and yes I know
I know, I know.... I know
it fell from
mine.*
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
*my love,
you have nothing to fear
save the fear you
harbor...
and the beast behind you
with your name
scratched
on it's tongue
like a thumb
in a ****
you have me
at my very worst of late
as well as my conjuring of a better man
than I.
the sorceries of introspection
and my lucid inner
light.
your pigeon holes are raven squares
storming a brilliant darkness
that has but one pair
of lost souls.
and nothing else to
spare.
you fit where
the war has a peace
as our worlds collapse in
sunshine
and the narrow luxury to mourn the death
of such a wish
from such a
heart... with it's own
mind.
yes
we roost in the empty caverns
of our needless fight
and humble none the shadows there
that troglodyte.
i love you more than all of this
and pray the same
you might.
i wish upon a star that fell
and found it
in your
eyes.
and yes I know
I know, I know.... I know
it fell from
mine.*
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