My neon-hearted one,
vibrating throbs shining through
the soul-soaked night. It
is an endless ride
on this forlorn, pebble-skinned
autobahn; I still
can feel you out there.
Your heartstrings are like distant,
radio waves; such
beautiful white noise
attached to the senses of
mine anchoring me
into a godspeed
velocity just to safe
and sound; here and now reach you.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
My neon-hearted one,
vibrating throbs shining through
the soul-soaked night. It
is an endless ride
on this forlorn, pebble-skinned
autobahn; I still
can feel you out there.
Your heartstrings are like distant,
radio waves; such
beautiful white noise
attached to the senses of
mine anchoring me
into a godspeed
velocity just to safe
and sound; here and now reach you.
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