A park. A bench.
A sticker, I sent
Now represents...
Raw unchained emotion
You poked it, flowing
Let it out, floating...
Coasting the air in motion
My mind, corroded
Demoted my guards
Laid down, bare arms
Bare qualms... in the charms,
In the stars, hearts art
Bought to life...
In the stagnant
FIRE WORKS. It worked
Stirred my returned verbs
Words usually unheard
Places, undisturbed
Trampled over in
enchanted universal
Incanted tantrums
Where you colluded
I'm imbued with
The views which,
Is an INTRUSION
Plays on the news with
The WHETHER
You're currently disputin-
Air polluted, clouds losin'
CHEMICAL infusion
BIO-LOGICALLY diffusing
Physically abusive
As it infiltrates my lungs
My airways, VENTolin
Is USELESS....
Breathlessness in your effortless
Hexes, these expressions have me
Guessing which way the possible
Confessions, would lead.
I seethe with ideas of a correction
Facility, anger instilled in me
Bottle it up in a distillery
And Guzzle it, so if found guilty
It can run though you silky smooth
And instill me, so you can't move
Past the thought of us two
Then I'll be evenly distributing
These moods where loss debilitates twp
Its confusing,
when you're so
smooth with it
In one night of
Loose lips
Or my mind?
I seem to lose it,
In your company
Art galleries you said
Holding hands...
Growing old,
Vulnerable, unearthed
Dispersed words that
Littered the turf
I protested. But ohhh
The sweet melody
My ears heard...
I BELIEVED YOUR WORDS.
I'm in that place again...
You know, the one where
I spill my ink, instead of print
Distilled drink...
Sinking in to the taste of it...
A sticker, my mind lives with
As a phantom pushes the swing
The wind, catching my thoughts
Dripping my love on a paper thin
Clause, sign my name on the walls
As this love, pours through my pores
And I pause in the gore, of it being nevermore
A raven call... but your caw, still mauls
While I talk to the water line shore...
Wondering if its evermore
These musings...
A-muse-sings
Ab-use could be
HANDLED by
The fine tipped finger pen
Tongue could be men-dead
By the mere touch of a hand
Do you need a hand
To PEACE it all together
A sticker is but 1 piece
1 piece of this
Conversation tbat ends up deep and something as stupid as a sticker, makes you travel a million miles... mutilated by fear, yet held ransom and captive by your heart. Then when anyone else uses that sticker, it remind you of the utter depth of tbat Conversation... that caused ghosting due to its malignant stasis of the fact your heart is not compliant with your mind
