She gives the same old songs I've been listening to for years new meaning,
She makes playing in lightning look like child's play,
I swear I can feel fire between her fingertips.
Each kiss is like a rebirth
And I'm falling through the gates of heaven
Into her living touch.
And I've met her in a past life,
We've fought battles in ancient lands
And we have suffered several lifetimes still.
My hands have new life with hers nested in them,
And god save the one who befalls these hands for her sake.
I've never been a strong kid,
Always a peacock playing with the big kids,
Breaking bones and collecting bruises like pebbles.
She has shifted the landscape of my headspace and wanders the halls of my subconscious,
And I can't wait to grow peach trees in her gardens,
Watching her lay beneath her trees while I feel the dirt beneath my palms, and let the love bloom from my skin and melt like dew in the sun.
Yeah...
She's that feeling you get when you lay out in the sun and you can feel the warmth soak into your skin.
Her lips taste like home,
If home was on fire
(But in a good way).
And I can't wait to cook her breakfast
Even though she hates it
And tell her how much I love her.
My princess
My baby
I love you.
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Between the Lines
Poetry(Part two of a poetry series) *Trigger Warning* Triggering topics will be described and discussed in this book. Read at your own risk. Here is a collection of my poetry. Nothing more. Nothing less. I hope you delight in my deterioration...~
