They keep their room how they keep their life
In this beautiful messy haze of maybe whirlwind
And they are near me and I think to myself
That maybe people live in this way to keep
Themselves pure but the sun sets and I can see
The light that died is reflecting off their body
Yes they have a body that is soft and warm
and all the things human should be
And Lord Lord god in heaven I love too much
I love people until they want me dead but tonight
I think they want me here in their room like a whirlwind
YOU ARE READING
Lured By Life
Poetryso you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop or if its time to cross the bright highways and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then maybe you'd be an explorer
