littlemisscloud writes

Chasers Of The Night

I knew it was gonna be a night 

where we'd be walking under these same stars

 alongside our hearts, 

trying to unfeel the heavy dragness

that'll latterly, 

wrestled through our vessels 

and dope us up, 

like wildfires in shades of blue

 and I knew, too 

I had to held a photograph of you 

as we sat and waited for our orders at MarryBrown's

 the other night 

because it was only with you, 

that this almost heart could speak cosmic to 

within these deep, mellow interstellar of space

 thing is, 

will I ever be able to hush these chasers down 

from stepping onto crumpled ciggies, 

dialling the darkness back 

just to see if our hearts could

make it out alive 

from the god-awful pit 

but I guess

I'll still be one 

who'd strolled and stay with the moon

 while you try to anchor in 

some other stars

 -a.