Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Diverse Battles

 Coldness on my shoulders… I will push this boulder alone.  Strong and skinny, I have seen the most beautiful girls in the world, stars in my palm, please lean on my collar. I think I have the power and responsibility to make you worldwide. PLEASE let me comfort you, diverse battles and chained letters, I will make you feel the love and palms of a steeple ready to pummel the sky.

 “I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

Black denim on blue denim; pelvis shattered destroyed kisses, bleed in my gums and travel with me one day. Store the huddle under the hat, when I tell you to… take into your chest my wrist, my wrist will be deserved. With only love and that true love the “6” will be engraved, lets run past dawns into the sandy night and try to make it to the bridge, and when we get there we will take off our shoes and light the match which will decide our destiny, “I will be with you forever”… this whistles though the light, the flame remains the same, but the paths may not ignite.

Togetherness is rough and haggard, taken by the time.
What’s yours is his, what’s hers is ours…

but you’ll always be mine.