Cut- Raw
Up, over, down
What I want, you.
Is an understatement
You are a rose, petals so
Brittle, non-flourishment
Our feelings are a draw-bridge
An essence. A spark.
The most hyper-active form of devastation
Blades of confessions
Timid rejections
My imagination lingers
Victim, you are not
Nor a cob-web in a bed of lies
Trapped.
But a strike of cyan sensation
Misplaced
Mystic,
Brave
What is your depth?
Sharpen your arrow to hunt
words that went
Adrift.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
Cut- Raw
Up, over, down
What I want, you.
Is an understatement
You are a rose, petals so
Brittle, non-flourishment
Our feelings are a draw-bridge
An essence. A spark.
The most hyper-active form of devastation
Blades of confessions
Timid rejections
My imagination lingers
Victim, you are not
Nor a cob-web in a bed of lies
Trapped.
But a strike of cyan sensation
Misplaced
Mystic,
Brave
What is your depth?
Sharpen your arrow to hunt
words that went
Adrift.
