Love is a dense forest of Joshua Trees in wind torn deserts without hope but full of lovers up for the fight of it. They can **** in cars and church pews.
It was poised to erupt in flames. Every group with agendas poured gasoline on the whole **** thing. The spark was always gonna' be black. Will it have to burn to the ground? Can love even exist in rainbows?
It wasn't love. It was confusion. Harvest moon's shadow all along shifting in the midnight surf as we walked to our forbidden bed. Stain of ******'s surrender bled.
there's hope in despair fear in bravery ignorance in certainty doubt in forgiveness love lost inside love.
Maybe I'm just a drunk old bird complaining from the barn rafters. I make noise and **** when it suits. No one pays me any mind. My world always grows colder. Peck my carcass when it's time.
I'm all alone stranded here without a prayer. My boat broke on the rocks and I eat sushi and coconuts. I'm alone in paradise which is a hell of its own.
Back in the day when our grandparents were swimming in ponds and kissing girls and dreaming of them in sleep we were yet to be imagined as a possibility. They still had to fight wars win or lose and hope to come home whole enough to keep horrors hidden from those they loved most of all.