I know what it’s like to love you
Because I feel it in my bones,
The air smells cleaner - purer,
And the birds sing in higher tones
My heart skips beats when you’re a

I have a bit of writer’s block,
My mind is clogged with cinder roc
These mediocre happenings have put
So brave to say,
I gave away,

What does it feel like to burn you
Does it feel good, euphoric? As o
Does the tender sensitivity awaken
Or does it merely elude the solid
What do YOU feel like?

I feel the cold against my skin,
My mind is whirling yet again,
A thought, one simple and so pure,
Leads my mind only more to lure,
I am not afraid. I tell myself,

It’s a strange world, the one we l
Or maybe it’s the people...
You see, we try to not live in the
Overlooking the fact that it’s the
But which moment can we determine

I’m simply sweet; serene,
I’ll have your heart in my palms o
And the next appear as a dream,
I cannot travel, my dearest love,
I rest as embers burning temperate

Do not fret,
You are but a lost puppet,
The show must go on,
Bright smile, where are you?
A slight kick,

Able mounted, swift.
You are crescent shaped and rigid,
Colloquial, simply complex
Paradoxical, congruent
Absent minded

Never have the pangs of desolation
The world is as beautiful as an ic
Cutting through the glass walls li
In this light, the shadows seem al
or dim coves,

You are a rock,
Maybe you never understood this bu
The meaning behind every move not
But felt
Feelings are so submissive

I close my eyes and imagine a worl
Everything in it’s likeliness is b
We are all free and there is no ne
We are careless yet gentle; subtle
Devoted but we will not be possess

I have found beauty in all things,
Well, maybe not all… but many,
I have found it in love,
In friendship,
In pleasure,

I can’t seem to wrap my head aroun
The proprieties of man have become
To lay down our arms and lessen th
Prepared to be struck down by the
Cold heat burns skin of the poor m

I feel it again,
The cold seeping into my veins,
Like dry ice,
My heart hurts so much,
I can’t bear to cry

Is it human to want to die?
I don’t even know if I can write
I’m just so curious to know,
Is it something we all understand,
Or is it merely a concept no one k

If I to follow as a deer in the m
You would be but my caravan of bet
I witnessed the cruel ingenuity of
I seem to feel less pain that way,
You do not feel, as I do, fled wi

I see a perplexing array of colour
Most prodominantly reds and yellow
They form a shape, not just any yo
The shape of happiness,
The shape of the free.

My mind is reeling towards uncanny
I cannot stop my thoughts from tak
I cannot feel as you all feel, fla
I am not afraid of the unknown as
I would rather wander into the dar

The wrinkled red of rose petals is
The blackened edges against burnin
The clichéd prosthetics are searin
And I am a pale, seething body of
I have forgotten distaste, more so