#rounded
I’d give you my love,
but my love just wouldn’t do, dear.
If only you could use my love.
Then I’d give you a hug
and a kiss so soft that you wouldn’t fear
what you’re dreaming of, my love.
Oh, why then, love,
why do you cry then, love?
Why don’t you try
some of what I’ve
been thinking of?
Darling, I’ve seen what’s above
and it’s you, but you can’t see the truth.
Let me lift you up, my love.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
We met and killed a lot of time
Filling the hollows that we bore
Stars illuminating on dense fields
Braveness of the unshakable bricks
Moved seats across as we shift space
Sifting veins of the millisecond zones
The fingers of the clock tick and flick
The noses milked, squeezed tickles
A weaved tangle, the drawn fizzles
Unbridled and bottled even cases
Tormented 'cancers' ruling the mazes
A concern of indifference capture tides
A highway farewell, the rounded kiss
Bemused music, contemplation narrowed
The misunderstood steam boil in vapour
A massive endorsement of fumes cut the cord.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC