Can’t find you…
I don’t want to hide you...
Systems too dry
I have to get by
Fire in my eyes
Where can I find you…
The moon is burning under the sky, I see it all, it goes one at a time
The stars align, hold me close, I’ll be right by your side, holding back the truth, it’s kind of hard when you know all of the lies, just visualize me…
Come find me, Mary
Oh Mary come find me, I think I’m drunk off your love...
It heals me
It completes me
The only thing in this world that understands me
It confuses me
It hurts me
Painful pleasure, they just don’t understand me like you do…
Slow words, big action, all it takes is two
Kind words, your worst reaction, is this what we do?
Murderer, killer, your heart, a sinner,
The minds astray, on different days, I’m sicker than liquor, can’t come any quicker, and yes that is true…
So why do I feel like I need you?
About the Creator
ABJ
Writer/Poet
Instagram: @abjthepoet
“The reality of writing is what you dream it to be”
Tales of the Aurora Borealis
Who knew a solar storm could be so beautiful? Purples, reds, and greens shimmering in our skies like dancing ribbons. Hypnotic and enchanting, the Northern Lights have had us humans in complete awe for centuries. Which got me thinking, what did our ancestors think of the Aurora Borealis?
By Rosie J. Sargent4 days ago in FYI
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