You take me out and analyse me like I’m another person you have known Predictable Polite Like all the girls before You keep guessing what’s on my mind Sinking into the heels of your feet Sipping wine with tired hands You make swirls to calm the nerves Comfortable in the fact that you know me I smile and lock eyes But really I am sad for you I see you More than you want me to You think I want to kiss you because I like giving myself up too easy That I don’t know myself But your wrong in so many ways I live and breathe Knowing that my days are counted You blink and your world invites chaos Swallowed by days and weeks Living but not living You're scared to let go You tell me your a gentleman But gentle isn’t apart of you Your a whirlwind And I'm just watching
Our blood is golden wine, I’ve been told to try sweeter blends. My cups lay in my favorite number but the unknown in my shadow still stand. Inside could be my salty songs for a memory that never ends. I pull you down underwater to see just how far you can be from the sand. Eyes wide open to the flame of your being; It’s confidence and conflict that drag me out of my stalemate. A torch to gaze upon something I know to be worth seeing. Whether together or apart we still crawl the same trail to feel and be something great. The oleander and roses course through our veins like the wax that holds together our armor. We’re meant to grow our vines past the heavens. That’s the place that holds serenity and storms that you never have to barter; Where admiration never leads to lessons. To be strong through our valleys when we feel like we’ll never climb back up. In this garden is the place where I can accept your oceans dichotomy. No matter how many wands, no matter how many cups; I’ll accept it completely but of course cautiously. All the eyes can see all the burning in my hands. What could be sparked by nature feels easier to light on my own. Is it gasoline I smell on demand Or has the apple already grown?
5 of cups, 8 of wands, 7 of wands, the magician, the knight of swords. He lives in sunsets.
I want to love her with my eyes wide open and my heart a bottomless chalice love should be unafraid to look me in the eye when it sees me so do not look at me with one eye closed and tell me I am the prettiest thing you've ever known I want my lover to take me in fully completely entirely let your gaze drink at the sight of me a glass full of love sip it slowly, my dear
momma, i like this girl. and ure gonna like her too. i cant ****** digress how beautiful she is- not even the poems and the paintings i make are enough to justify her beauty- my god. her mind is pretty too, momma. ure gonna like her.
no matter how intoxicating you are my aphrodisiac girl, you can never entice my sober sober heart
i am listening to aphrodite- rini while i attempt my job account to commit suicide in this ****** workplace( im trying to get rid of it) , and i thought abt her (very random ***) and how she works with deities and that is sosososoos attractive *** . ive also thought about downing a wine bottle awhile ago hence why i gave birth to this poem :p