Friday, 3 October 2014

Her here

You are the only tunnel
Im good at going through
And hiding in.
My everything lies in you at the
Same time that is lays in your
Frequency arms.
I am in me
At my most without breaks

Without breaking the thought of
Me I am in my most me.
An absolute of us
In picturesque freedom
A minute of solitude between
Us is an eternal rupture
In my inner goddess;
I need your prelude
To become my antidote.
I'm waiting and I'm
Leaving this me
Here with her.



grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...