There, if for you
I could tie my legs and pin my feet
And beg to every universe this dusky face
Decorated of desperation
Colored with helpless passion.
I still would yell and look up,
Oh lord,
How suffocating is this separation,
Why do you put me here, this hell of absence?
If for you
I could whisper to every shooting star my wish,
How many of them would've known how trembled I sound spelling out your name?
This is what I do,
Mix hands with demons
And talk to the stars and moon.
Save me, my loved.
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Blue Psychedelics
PoetryI think I wasn't just tripping, The psychedelics that fed me Got a lover out of the universe.
