Trite Give me 4am and dew on the ground, Whining for no reason or so it seems. Ideals i dont even know myself. But i wont be cold anymore. Let me feel the sun as we are pulled along. Feel the wind on my back as we look down. Laugh about noises we try and…
Month: April 2018
Sic Semper Tyrannis
Sic Semper Tyrannis Flashing fingertips that grasp At seams in the sky. Tell me again how you love the moon While you crack the sky, With your luminous rays, And let yourself flow down its tear. Filling the void beneath with every part of yourself that I love and hate.