With flying fingernails
And black beards
I can be your rebel.
Sparkly sunshine
and hatted rain.
Shaded feet
With grass stains.
I love you dearly.
With eyes as dark as the
Evergreen bark
The ecology of us
Mixed like the oil paints
Seeping further into my rug
Burn marks
You have become my bower
The knell to my lark.
The moon strikes power
Into my deteriorating heart.
I think that ****** it up.
...wait there it goes.
O'halloran sing my lullabys
As he sinks into my pelvis and thighs
That wasn't ****** I swear
I just thought you were aware
That when you love another
*** becomes inferior
I feel you and
that is what it remains
I love you.