At the top of your lungs,
with your very last breath –
shout, scream, call out my name
until you're taken by death.
when waves sweep you away,
after mountains tumble down
mumble, murmur, call out my name
underneath the decay and ground.
As the sky falls towards the earth
and rivers run with your blood –
shriek, screech, call out my name
while you're washed away by the flood.
Turn around midst your stalk off,
with vast longing in your eyes;
wail, whisper, call out my name,
knowing this is our last goodbye.
Look up at the silver-lined sky
and regretfully think of our love;
breathe, bellow, call out my name,
wish you embraced instead of shoved.
As our lips brush, as you caress my figure;
call out my name, begging me to linger.
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
