Wandering hallways filled with storm clouds Crave the rain. No black and white Just gray. Gray like smoke. Where there’s smoke there’s fire But which came first? The cigarette smoker or the death desire? Gray like lifetimes of retries. With desire. Just first dates and heart breaks.
I wish it weren’t so easy to write Love poems.
I am more than my feelings For the reality of Rare chemistry. Scientific equations remain unexplained Within the hunger in my veins. Reactions create flames and puffs of gray Which came first? The old age or the decision to retire? I take a step backward Towards the forest fortress On fire.
I wish it weren’t so easy to write Love poems.
Balancing act amongst smoke Gray and black Which came first The casualty or the decision to attack? Victory is idealistic Affection selfish Monotony is paradise If desire should allow me Just shotgun shells And love letter confetti We left one another ****** For the sake of trust retries With the firey empire