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.

Ocean waves chase shorelines
As the sun falls from the sky
Each grain of sand a memory
Of happy days gone by

I taste your tear drops in the ocean
And now I realize why
Each salty stream of sorrow's
Gonna haunt me till I die

I'll dance with you forever
You're the moon and I'm the tide
I'll willingly dive into love
And drown myself inside