I let you
In side my head. Drip-dropping trough my core... Thoughts smudged and draining. Down through
My core, you drip.
Kiss and forgive, as I will squall
Sinking, tail between
I will rise up my head blind, in a breaking morning sun
Let you in I had,
And my eyes have paled.
Heart sore of bruises, my body reflecting those purple-blues and Browns
As I think of the ages in a timeless and sour impression. My flesh holds a much more vast verse, and I have always been willing to surrender.
I shut my gates. Different cloth.
You and I, torn of two fabrics.
Consider the source", repeats in my head- updated reminders.
Words, your words, so good at punching with affection perhaps In between.
Matters not. I had let you in; you had got in. But I wonder if I might revoke
The disappointment of your point of view.
Kneeling, I am many things scathed and worn- heart sore as beating electricity .
Fainted.
Never mattered. Much.
This life thing.
Gone in seconds, and who would let it change them?
Life in seconds.
And we keep thinking we have a rewind.
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