When you look at your watch
you...
Birds are only the illusion of volume,
They’re sea creatures that brought the ocean...
She was crying
like I could never stop her...
A poem is the funeral pyre bright,
Of pulsations once exhumed from the deep...
Alone.
Not in a bad way...
High on your flirty lines,
I evaporate myself in sighs...
He reaches out
Voice cracking into the silence...
Shades of pink and clouds mark the sky.
Come here and take my breath away...
tyres screech down the road,
i know...
skip steps to match yours,
treading slippery pathways...
My liquor-drenched clothes
ask me to narrate stories to you...
Don't promise me those suburban dreams
when you can't promise to live it...