Pierces of blue
slice through the empty.
Filling them up
with the pain that I truly yearn for.
For now;
plant the seeds
in my pierced wounds.
"I wish"
the rose beds would grow against my pale-tanned flesh.
A soft voice
with a beautiful and willing heart.
A heart
convinced wrong.
Someday I would like to wipe the yellow sky from your outer realm.
And be brave for the solar system.
A product of the false factory.
Factory of norm illuminated by lies.
But all I want is your recognition,
and for you to hold my soft-crystalline-rose-sighs...
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
Pierces of blue
slice through the empty.
Filling them up
with the pain that I truly yearn for.
For now;
plant the seeds
in my pierced wounds.
"I wish"
the rose beds would grow against my pale-tanned flesh.
A soft voice
with a beautiful and willing heart.
A heart
convinced wrong.
Someday I would like to wipe the yellow sky from your outer realm.
And be brave for the solar system.
A product of the false factory.
Factory of norm illuminated by lies.
But all I want is your recognition,
and for you to hold my soft-crystalline-rose-sighs...
