Of Gray skies
And midday naps
You share none of the qualities
Instead,
Favor the hurting sun
And late night mascara runs
That bring my eyes to close
And teeth to bare
Of burning rage
And happy contention
You always choose the former
Because what is the purpose
If not to leave
In complete ecstasy
Or an incomplete desire
For something more
You are the black and white
That sinks deep in the spine
And latches on
To a mindless dream
Or sensible nightmare
If love is the gun
You are the sulfur
Or the ignition
The fire
With burning eyes
And a steel set mind
There is nothing
That can stop
You
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
Of Gray skies
And midday naps
You share none of the qualities
Instead,
Favor the hurting sun
And late night mascara runs
That bring my eyes to close
And teeth to bare
Of burning rage
And happy contention
You always choose the former
Because what is the purpose
If not to leave
In complete ecstasy
Or an incomplete desire
For something more
You are the black and white
That sinks deep in the spine
And latches on
To a mindless dream
Or sensible nightmare
If love is the gun
You are the sulfur
Or the ignition
The fire
With burning eyes
And a steel set mind
There is nothing
That can stop
You