Sunday, November 15, 2020

Poems for Her : Episode IX

Image by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash




the forty-eight colours of the moon beam at me
i need a shower, a crystal guise and a ticket to Mars
i have dibs on fear, something we kind of share

learn to stay

an urge hits me from behind, damn near knocks me on the ground
i sit back and reminisce, we have no other lifetime but this
what do we really need to make it the one

hearts know

see the light from an open window, feel the weakling god
all the signs, all the roads you might have taken alone
if you could look back, there are silhouettes from the other end

midnight happens

this story has it all; flat calms, asteroids and mistrals
you can dance off a night of frustration and no one will hear
cue the silence, now i'm really aware of the music

vision yellows

it's like the wind is kissing my bare heart and it is glorious
a different kind of eye-clearing thought meets me head-on
how much longer is the blackout till i find you in the moment again

heaven's decided

i wouldn't love any other girl
i wouldn't love
i wouldn't love any



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