1 am

1 am

The palm of my hand

The curve of her cheek

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Razor eyed find

Purr perfection

And slink across shadows

Mirror eyed feline

Your ways are not kind

Much a preference of mine

Ocean floor

Where wells an ocean floor, there breaks the surface of thy discontent

Ravens brought by my door -not news of Lenore-

But surging memories of malcontent; I suspect therefore

Without parallel, such great tides felt irrelevant

For upon the ocean floor lies the moon and her remembrance, only sediment.

Ave

Hello distance,

You’ll always have me

Remember.

 

Your endless laughter,

Your skin like summer.

Why do you lament?

Just lend me your lips

So I can sweeten them.

 

Lift your head through storms

At least we’ll have those days

Which went on forever

Like your curls and the depth

Of your light brown eyes.

 

Tell me your dream again,

No tolls for the emperor of dread

No one has escaped yet.

 

Tears from Ceylon

Won’t cut through fate.

I’ll remember crimson grins

and flowers in your hair.

 

Write to me, dear friend.

We’ll see where we go.

Across the map

All the things you said,

It’s not enough.

It’s not enough,

That you have it going on.

 
Show me your hand

You’re never playing

It doesn’t match your fate.


I feel like silence,

But not when you’re​ around

I love the way, the day feels today.

 
Are you afraid 

while I look your way?

We should have stayed home.

But now we know,

No forgetting now.


Put some wind in your hair,

While we run away,

Never leave us out.