Let me sit here and watch you Let me spend a moment here To admire your beauty Let me dive into the depths of your silence Let me adore you With each blink I realise I may miss a glimpse So let me sit down and watch you all over again.
She doesn't own a fighter's body Neither does she carry weapons But the thing they have in common Is... She has a fighter's heart She fights for her daily bread The world is her battlefield She's a lionesses well challenged Her battle is internal Between her soul and her body She chooses to work than to beg The bread she earns is her trophy
My heart beats a thousand times faster, only for the reason Of you breathing through me. And if it wasn't for you and the kiss of life onto my lips, I would have myself strangled this weak heart and left it to die. So don't ask me why it runs when you put your lips on mine. For your lips are the only thing that has kept me going through these pains.
I asked a puzzled Moth Rather begged it, To set its wings on my skin. To rest its legs on my bones. For a much brighter light, -more than the moon- -more than a flame- Shines within.
"chasing down ******-babble with distilled shots of art after detonation, was not unlike unlike being spellbound by a lover's jawline, unhinged." ||shoo.shu ||
This poem is about the wasted days my boyfriend and I spent anihilated in mayhem.
"preyed upon by a decipherable stranger, mapped in déjà vu. a prophetic bang of sublime yesterday's & objects in mirror are closer than they appear.“ || shoo.shu ||
