Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I know what to do
The evening lights glitter like diamonds in the sun.
I smile pearls into the moonlight,
Glittery whispers skin the wisdom
From my lips and lap up the
Scent of white roses.
I arch my back and breathe the wind,
Watering requests with my forked tongue,
I slither into the green, looking at the stars
And how they resemble fairy lights.
The wicker chair crumbles to lilliputian pieces
And I tenderly pick apart the memories.
I sort out the ugly spoken words of mistrust,
The advantage that was taken and never returned,
Of what was mine and how I rolled on my belly
To lose what I devoted my dreams to.
Bitterness engulfs me, ethereal ideas
Become flames from my mouth and I
Burn the longing away.
My heart no longer beats, as the green
No longer gasps.
The crackling flames is a rhapsody
That words cannot utter.
I am mesmerized by the heat,
Something passion has never offered me.
2-4-11
I smile pearls into the moonlight,
Glittery whispers skin the wisdom
From my lips and lap up the
Scent of white roses.
I arch my back and breathe the wind,
Watering requests with my forked tongue,
I slither into the green, looking at the stars
And how they resemble fairy lights.
The wicker chair crumbles to lilliputian pieces
And I tenderly pick apart the memories.
I sort out the ugly spoken words of mistrust,
The advantage that was taken and never returned,
Of what was mine and how I rolled on my belly
To lose what I devoted my dreams to.
Bitterness engulfs me, ethereal ideas
Become flames from my mouth and I
Burn the longing away.
My heart no longer beats, as the green
No longer gasps.
The crackling flames is a rhapsody
That words cannot utter.
I am mesmerized by the heat,
Something passion has never offered me.
2-4-11
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