If only I was able to open your skin, healing the wounds you hold deep in you with the touch of my hands, for now, I only possess these words, but, do you not see? even they are not enough, only you are.
Between us and this divided sea Between us and this dying sun Between us and this pale blue sky Between us and the raging tide Between us and running time Between us and yesterday's dreams Between us and tomorrow's sleep Between us and the drying leaves Between us and winter's grave Between us and summer's taste Between us and this beating heart Between us and what's beneath Are the remnants of our interlaced Fingers Still holding onto Love Hope And some reason to Breathe
twitchy sniffly noses silky bracelets woven a sennight of whispers and soft rains fallen bones strident ringing skins slow submerging bloodshot eyes and star-shot skies and cheekbones shrouded in staling chlorine
sneaking syrup smiles under honey gold four tonics drowned to fight off the cold and fast fortune-telling for finites foretold trace the lines and face the folds, please hold both palms closer but leave them closed
twitchy ditzy fingers ***** rings unspooled a sennight of stories and sinking in pools bones washed in phenol skins slick like ferrule bloodshot minds and star-shot why’s and wisteria lips speckled in the warmest shade of cool.
This is a warfare; we keep it in photograph, we keep it in pages, we keep it a secret.
I thought I was a keeper
and then everything is heavenly You are beautiful at daytime, and shining bright at night. "You are ethereal" the distance is an animosity though, we keep on reaching It is not about the proximity Yearning; we were still looking at the same sky.
I thought I could keep you (as I keep everything about you)
you wouldn't be able to held the sky as it was meant to be ethereal
We see life as we were told, Obstacles in our path may be fiery or cold! We don't know, what the future holds? We just write as the moments unfold, Taking leads from new and old, We keep writing until our eyes get closed, Because we never know, when the writings are going to turn into gold...
Fiery here refers to hot... Tried another flow of rhymes... And some thoughts of mine too😅