Run your fingers through me like silk
Let the cracked, fragile walls down
Like the vulture spying the ravaged ground
Pick my bones cleaned until all I’m left with
Is a beating heart telling me to run, to glide, to walk, to crawl
Away from all your convictions
The problem is I have craved another like myself
For so long
and I believe that is what you are
Keep my secrets like I keep yours
Let’s share a cigarette and **** ourselves even more
In the war torn, ravaged, copper tinged ground
that line the inside of my numb skull
a flower grows in the rubble
A tulip, pink and elegant, off setting the broken reality
I want you to break through me
like the flower does the ground
and let me see all of your beauty
So I may find peace in the ever burning fires
that ignite my soul