Honeyed notes sparkling in summer dew,Disconnected from all that you knew,Rekindling, refreshing, renewed,Rays of sunlight, trickling throughinvisible glittering particles, of iridescent truth.
a fool’s playground, broken gold allow it allow it doesn’t it get old? my Ken doll rah like paper folds bold in name and that is all same old same old rise and fall it’s peak though because broken bows don’t help you grow you know.
Torn up inside a heartbeat lacking sinew,you’re forgetting I’ve seen you,aura burning bright with music it fuses you,amuses you, a muse to lose you, abuse you. Live wire fuse to confuse you,choose you above all else,something you could never do,ignoring all the love before you. Unleashed in a keyless cage,signed to an empty stage,your tongue […]
You’ve got me inside your skin. An angelic hymn. Something you’ve always thought, wasn’t even him. Chances were slim, compressing. Destined mentions. Long windows of time. Blurred vision, double lines. I remember your face behind the curtains, blue as an inky sky. Faded starry nights, trying to find your self in deluded plans. And you […]
our inferno burns our art a discernible fire visible from the start we say the same words arranged in different ways because we’re mirror reflections of our wounded hearts there are endless ways we can assemble waves without our seams falling apart double stitched trouble ditched even sun beams couldn’t tear us apart
you’re my lifeline at times when I feel my divine decline you’re my refinement defining me a sublime line siding with alignment not lying with confinement and where smiles are entrapments you’re my encouraging climate helping me climb caged walls of consignments you’re my deliverance from defiant tyrants your highness in private is a timeless […]
I’m past that stage, last that rage, had me trapped, in a cage, for too long. So fast for that age, that page burns maimed, ripped it out, for an unheard, song. Tamed under, an underhanded wrong, as if the wrist of fate. Was too fucking strong, sinking with the current, thinking I didn’t belong. […]