Stirring up the darkness in a vacant bed
My imagination meanders out of control
Silently disappointed
In a careless hurry I clumsily deposited
A chaotic river of my thoughts
I had stumbled
Scared is not the word but,
I'm nervous in anticipation of what's next
Of finding that hidden path beneath your eyes
And spirally out of control into oblivion
Curling up in my sheets, beckoning for your return
I can still taste you lingering on my lips
And I yearn for your crimson glossed grace
To hold your nearly blank canvas close
Tattooing love scrawled notes and hand-drawn hearts
Feeling your tiny pulse that beats with the trill
But perhaps I look too far ahead.




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Do what you want, when you want. Its your life no one can decide your path for you
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sweet lies and lullabys