An ode to me you sing
Bright as candles
from a second story window
flickering prayerless faith
Shadowed fears,
writhing,
the pain screams in agony to itself
for I feel none
None
with those eyes above mine
that chest against this one
and your voice by my ears
Together breathless,
***** streetlamp reflections
beneath puddles
you pant my name from above me
Rasping ghost like
cigarettes as sound
pound
pound
pound
due to an addictive habit
But smoking aside
and all else upon which we’ve relied…
love is the flame
of which I’ve the most pride
May 22, 2011
May 22, 2011 at 6:11 AM UTC
An ode to me you sing
Bright as candles
from a second story window
flickering prayerless faith
Shadowed fears,
writhing,
the pain screams in agony to itself
for I feel none
None
with those eyes above mine
that chest against this one
and your voice by my ears
Together breathless,
***** streetlamp reflections
beneath puddles
you pant my name from above me
Rasping ghost like
cigarettes as sound
pound
pound
pound
due to an addictive habit
But smoking aside
and all else upon which we’ve relied…
love is the flame
of which I’ve the most pride
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