Words…

Raspberries.

Cream.

Kisses.

Dreams.

Like.

Love.

Fly.

Doves.

You. 

Me.

Passion.

We.

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Bad dreams, and broken backs. Waking up with a throbbing beat, an unforgiving thickness in my throat like a heart attack.

The fright of loss, the denial of it pulling my weight like the burden it is…

Whose cold static lips kiss me in the cold of the dark?

Whose old fragile voice calls to my petrified body?

Where was the warmth love when I fell victim to that place?

 

 

Rubbish

Ignorance never learns.

Knowledge never dies.

The wise man doesn’t wish.

The poor woman never cries.

The mason creates query.

The dreamer is …..

The pale is half empty.

The future is never.

 

 

Conflictions

I hoaxed a memorandum of you in hopes to prepare for an epic predestined failure.

For one day the eyes that I’d look into would most undoubtly be yours.