Sep 2018
My tunes hung out like a sigh frozen mid air. Unfinished thoughts above my head, words too bizarre to be spoken with a free will.
I had lived in places and bones before, where I never belonged truly.
Countless nights spent against imprints of what I believed to be love. Night after night looking for the one thing that could spark.
In a city burning, like fire acquainted to flames, I am acquainted to flames, my insides felt like died down ashes.
For a chest in constant ache, who could have thought to experience love in the form of long pale blonde hair and dark eyes, burning like depths of coal.
She felt like stardust against my lips and whispered ‘angel’ into my naked skin. She slipped compliments like secret letters, a pile of waves that seemed to drown my ships.
-a sweet goddess I adore, her skin is paradise against mine
I had lived in places and bones before, where I never belonged truly.
Countless nights spent against imprints of what I believed to be love. Night after night looking for the one thing that could spark.
In a city burning, like fire acquainted to flames, I am acquainted to flames, my insides felt like died down ashes.
For a chest in constant ache, who could have thought to experience love in the form of long pale blonde hair and dark eyes, burning like depths of coal.
She felt like stardust against my lips and whispered ‘angel’ into my naked skin. She slipped compliments like secret letters, a pile of waves that seemed to drown my ships.
-a sweet goddess I adore, her skin is paradise against mine
