human making art
I give you take I need sleep but am still awake - I offer you receive and come right back I get no reprieve - I lend a hand
By rhe2 years ago in Poets
I want to live inside a poem a simple place to call my home when the city is too bright and all I want to do is sleep
Now I've never claimed to be a perfect friend but I've always been true, loyal, there to defend and I've never tried to hurt you
In this space nothing is real not the way you dance or the joy I feel we move with grace as if with wings and don’t think to question
Women look hatred in the eyes every single day from stripping us of civil rights to interrupting all we say Misogyny stains society's hands
we weren't on a coffee date you took me out for tea but as we talked I felt your eyes get lost in mine, at sea - and on that night you caught me, I
And maybe it's enough to lay in the grass and yawn kissed gently by the dew drops from spirits of the dawn and maybe it’s enough
I felt it then the day I left the only home I ever knew inflicted with a wicked poison the devil himself did brew
the sound of rain engulfs my home and fills me up within I hear it all yet see it not transfixed inside my skin my senses heighten
I drag my anchors through wet sand I sweat and curse and cry can’t even breathe enough to scream until she caught my eye
Love lives not inside my heart but like a brook, runs through me it babbles, gurgles, moves like waves and can be all consuming
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