My body
These bones
I come to life
In your hands
And suddenly
I'm not alone
The burn of your touch
And alcohol
Fire in my throat
Fire in my heart
Caution belongs to the wind
Perfect daydream
Shape shifter entrepreneur
Turns into a nightmare
As the sun rises
And your simple hands
Have better things
To burn.
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Words And Oblivion (#Whattys2017)
PoetryRhyme, words, rhythm, and oblivion. | Crack open my soul Feast on my love Use my words As boxing gloves | - E This includes some dark and depressing poems, while others are uplifting. • If you are one of those who doesn't feel the need to push on a...
