Our sweats combine
Our bodies intertwined
Our eyes are forming galaxies
The world around us is out of sight
Every inch of your body is a battlefield
Every time we touch we explode
You could knock me on the floor with just the brush of your hair
The weather changes but it leaves me wanting more
No storm could push me. The sun couldn’t melt me.
Those are only things you can make me do.
I bought you everything that our hearts had in store
We left the shop with empty shelves galore.
Now the oceans will divide us.
And people will surprise us.
But the solitude you replaced
Is nothing I’d try to chase again.
About Woe
- TowardNormalcy
- Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.
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