i've gone through
hell and back again
to chart the skies of a
divine entity twinkling
intermittently against
the black abyss
of outer-space
fragments of life
light years away
effervescently evanescent
reminders of a faction
still vying for
truth and hope and love
in an apathetic galaxy of
snakes and liars and frauds
a meteoric rise that shatters the
atmosphere at just the sight of
hair dyed black as the darkest
corners of our infinite cosmos
pardon me if my breath catches
on the lip i bit subconsciously
if you think these cheeks have
flushed with pink you should
hear the heart that shudders
beneath my chest at
the manifestation of
beauty exquisitely expressed
in that solitary photograph
more than a mere
image of memory frozen
momentarily in time
this snapshot simultaneously
sets you free and captivates me
a symphony of liberty marching
1,096 miles away to
the sure and steady beat
of your own drum
you look like a thunderstorm
and i am almost afraid of how
much i want your rain to fall
on me and your electricity to
tumble down my spine until
i'm deaf and dumb and blind but
even still
i'll chase the lightning
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
i've gone through
hell and back again
to chart the skies of a
divine entity twinkling
intermittently against
the black abyss
of outer-space
fragments of life
light years away
effervescently evanescent
reminders of a faction
still vying for
truth and hope and love
in an apathetic galaxy of
snakes and liars and frauds
a meteoric rise that shatters the
atmosphere at just the sight of
hair dyed black as the darkest
corners of our infinite cosmos
pardon me if my breath catches
on the lip i bit subconsciously
if you think these cheeks have
flushed with pink you should
hear the heart that shudders
beneath my chest at
the manifestation of
beauty exquisitely expressed
in that solitary photograph
more than a mere
image of memory frozen
momentarily in time
this snapshot simultaneously
sets you free and captivates me
a symphony of liberty marching
1,096 miles away to
the sure and steady beat
of your own drum
you look like a thunderstorm
and i am almost afraid of how
much i want your rain to fall
on me and your electricity to
tumble down my spine until
i'm deaf and dumb and blind but
even still
i'll chase the lightning
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