Thursday


Isolate the Sunlight, so I can feel beautiful again.
The desire to eat your mouth.
Sweet Bitterness, your body brings-
    My soul, washed up on the ocean’s floor
Before the Moon could rise, before the
Stars could shine. Find time for us.
Finding time for us, is like waiting for Heaven
To rain, waiting for the train to take me
Far, Far away, before love existed. Just
So I COULD breathe again. I can’t feel
My toes, and I haven’t eaten in a week or so.
The knots in my stomach are tied tighter
Than my shoelaces. If I could go back in time,
To store our time, kind of hold it: frozen.
Like a statue: can’t move.
     I just want to feel you in the winter’s night.
I want to know what you dream about, how you
       See me?
If this was easy, our hearts wouldn’t feel a thing.
So bring on the fire,
for as I am here, now.


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