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Everywhere, the world exists now
Only through muddy lenses
Just the sky appears vibrant clear
And I bet it's because there
You are still shinning
Beautiful and rosy,
warming me from inside
The liquid of a melted heart
Weights like iron?
Tastes like coal
The rose light escapes
untill it stays plain dry
So now I can feel it crack
Rivers of theese pieces
Run Tru my body
Will they cascade?
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How can a being, a "bug from the earth so small" produce in my head a chemical so brutal to make me taste new colors, and see new flavors of life. (yes I will use and abuse of synesthesia all I want, I have a permit from my own exaggerated way of feeling towards the world)
If love is this strong drug to make us lose colour, taste, rhythm in the moment we separate from our precious drug dealer, maybe then I'll take twice the dose next time, just to be sure I'll never waste a second more not loving you the most I am (un)able to.
YOU ARE READING
collection of lost things
PoesíaOnly from chaos we achieve change And when you change, what do you lose Let's go head on Cover: detail from "The Garden of Death" (1896) by Hugo Simberg
