You suffocate me
and give me life at the same time. Where did you come from?
How come I can't stay focused?
I tend to overthink... What is it that is making me waste all this ink?
She was the type that would float him to conversations with angels in one delicious word Part 2 He was the type that would caress her sweet lips to a silence so that he would not elevate with words above her pedestal of worship THEM - C Luiz D. Syphre © 2018 an M&M Edition Series
walked at nine, loud voices of deafening fight, one stopped and bid goodbye, the other left with lies.
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To let it all go
and let it all flow before I lose my glow he adds as if he know I need to take a mo for I to further grow Over to him I tiptoe and I say, no I’m not chasing rainbows I bloom through tornadoes
Did you hear
the groans of rivers floating with bodies torn asunder by cannies of sharks how thier cries are faint & eerie become moans of children dear to the heart of the forest & her wild how their mothers are forest trees bent into brooms rode by witches of whim & how their bones are on a quest for flesh lean enough to cloak their nakedness.
I have always been
the one with a hungry heart. I will swallow you whole, even if it tears me apart.