creating
thunderstorms before we cool it
let
my mind go south and my neck snap back
eyes
straight up to the space jet-black
this
mountain of momentum is all i can climb
peaking
too early because it is never the time
purple
spots were never what i had imagined
but
lovely are the icebergs that i found within
spring
turns to summer with stellar reservation
sharpening
the hues with greater concentration
the
bend is the sign that we must keep going
let
the colours mature as they continue growing
may
i rest in your wings and lay down my arms
hide
from the monsters that haunt me from afar
with
words that sink straight through my skin
speaking
of things i should never believe in
help
me find an island of my own
illuminate
every sensation of my bones
carve
your worries on the soft of my bare skin
all the things you should never believe in
i’ll
build a boat for that island you'll call your own
to protect all of your fragile little bones
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