I can write some pretty mushy shit sometimes, odd considering im not about to go into my minds vault of what love is and feels like. then again it isnt always up to me anyways.
your the poem
i couldnt put into words
so i put you in my arms instead
so close i could smell
taste, touch and see
sometimes i swear
you shower in
dramatic intensity
I want to write
about a broad
married in white
buried in black
Her timeline comes
in shades of grey
The dream
of touching
and being
touched
seems to
contribute
to a
love-hate
relationship
with my
pillows
an elegant leg
twists under twilight
in a heel and a half
ill have her under my bed atlast
with all the other monsters
that visit me at night
your the poem
i couldnt put into words
so i put you in my arms instead
so close i could smell
taste, touch and see
sometimes i swear
you shower in
dramatic intensity
I want to write
about a broad
married in white
buried in black
Her timeline comes
in shades of grey
The dream
of touching
and being
touched
seems to
contribute
to a
love-hate
relationship
with my
pillows
an elegant leg
twists under twilight
in a heel and a half
ill have her under my bed atlast
with all the other monsters
that visit me at night
If you lived here we'd have crazy great adventures all the time. I miss you already, best-brother-in-the-whole-wide-world.
Come back soon.