right now, i am a glockenspiel
drunken tin can symphonies
bells on broken pavements,
cracks where lullabies sink beneath the waves
right now, i am a myth
the bringer of the end, whereby
i flood the minds of a writer
who describes the way i love her to the death
right now, i am the full blood moon
aligned to fit your path, alone but
cross’d the broken heart and
hope to die, among the living spoken still
there is light, you know.
yet i remove it, force a halo -
rip the life-lines clean
from veins of liquid gold
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
right now, i am a glockenspiel
drunken tin can symphonies
bells on broken pavements,
cracks where lullabies sink beneath the waves
right now, i am a myth
the bringer of the end, whereby
i flood the minds of a writer
who describes the way i love her to the death
right now, i am the full blood moon
aligned to fit your path, alone but
cross’d the broken heart and
hope to die, among the living spoken still
there is light, you know.
yet i remove it, force a halo -
rip the life-lines clean
from veins of liquid gold
a poem about trying to be good for her
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