Dearest words, my favorite friend
What joy you can bring or pain in the end.
Fashioned true like crossbow bolts.
Reservations for feelings you do not hold
Not like thoughts that ferment and linger
Your precise like the point of the hornets stinger
When I saw you it had not been the first time.
Just the first you’d appear outside my mind
They were not my own
Instead they were heard.
What followed next had to occur
You can hear it like glass under heavy pressure
I guess I continue on my solo adventure
My heart a beast that’s broken, the body lacks its beauty
Perhaps one day someone will see through me.
All that I’ve done returned in kind.
“You have seen inside of my beautiful mind”
I looked in your soul fell in love with what was found
Now a week man. Collapse to the ground
Scream at the sky and curse the moon
My nostrils still smell your gentle perfume
Guys, this feels like dying.
-Mr Niklaus Morningstar.