My Unstable Poetry

Definite Love

Thin as sharpie on a worn-out napkin

Steady and stable like a rock on the peak of a mountain

Quick to the limit with much too come

Assorted flowers completed with a rose full of prickles

9ft tree standing together in the awe of lights

Hands locked on the top of the Eiffel Tower

Rainfall sweet like those salty chips you tasted

Public taste in your mind

My spine against yours clearing out the days thought

The bed is our meeting place

Yet I put a gun near my head

Soft scars entraced with a pretty design

The shape of all the twisted thoughts in my brain

Rusted over blades

Like are brains at midnight

Moon gone

With are stolen little souls