Recommend me some music?
Things remain to be seen. Things remain to be experienced. One thing at a time, all things over time.
Soaked in soul, decorated in bottles
of wine corks and wolf carcasses
Odd dreams of your lips on
the cusps of coffee cups,
on the curves of my breasts
It’s only me in the coming,
becoming of the eternal dawn
I tried to taste your blue skies and sunshine,
lavender rolling across the hills of morning spring
yet storms free fall, fixed for a day of execution
lightening striking in your eyes
glorious, magnetic, billowing, radiant;
the arrival of sentiments in flash floods
keep reading, keep experiencing,
find trust in the unlimited possibilities
of the uncertain and the unknown
I will split the self-built altar of
storm clouds and find your fireworks
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
Your line about the moth is kind of a ripoff of bukowski's bluebird.. I hate to say something but couldn't not notice@Anonymous
A small similarity is present yet far and wide. Rip off upon rip off upon rip offs in life; a lot of words, thoughts, feelings, poems, quotes, art, etc could be seen in that way. I’m glad you did say something because I had never read that poem before and it’s beautiful.
Are you wolfteeth?@Anonymous
Once upon a time. With an additional E.