Sighs spew out of my lungs like an experation
date, I need to file some of those emotions creeping
out into a sillouhette that you will spangle on the
door. I thrash my mind into circles to forget what
poetry truly is, that I was so prilvaged to have a
chance to cry from such spun beauty. I felt alive
and sparked with little flares as I hungrily read
away and away.
Can I stay forever in the creeping worlds that
are created, my heart and soul is stolen into
words that were created by a magical being,
with gold fingertips, that spun cottoned beauty.
My mind turns naughty and thinks of devious
ways to capture that magic and find out what
creates such majectic creativity.
I felt like a light switch that turned colors feeling
sorrow, love; passion glory in large amounts of
speckled dust that captured my eyes into hazy
lookings. I wish on a star to feel some kind of
remorse, to not crave each word; that spins me
out of reality making me feel alien to its findings.
The magician that played such illusions was created
out of fairy dust and hopeful wishes, I could hear
tears as another was performed and another. Everybody
stared in awe as the tricks began to work, as it
enflamed are bodies and cascaded down our mouths.
I moaned and spingled into hell for it was sin to
watch such gorgeous acts.
I harness my sanity depend's on the blossums of
heart shattering, soul containing absolute power
that sprinkles into my heart. My body shoves
with warmth, and it showers with wants, it gives me
wants and ideas. Naughtiness and tearful bliss.
I hear each drop, and become aware of my own
being, a flame burns deep inside me incasing me
into a toxic need.
My heart dies with shock then is renewed with
rising passion with each brush stroke. The brush
tickled my spine making me fall apart at once.
Tingling esclades down my skin into my pores
creating splashes of sweat, and tattered thorns.
Insatiable want just captures my heart as gold
flecked roses splattered on my flesh adorning
the poor.
I feel hollowness resound off my ribcage letting
me know I need to let the whirlwind of passion
take me away. I hold longing into my deepest
depths I long for you to fish them out with nimble
fingers. I quaked and my earth shaked when
the world stopped making sense, pure ecstasy
filled me until I exploded into a mouth.
I etched a name into the walls so I could prove
I held such words such utopia. Around the
corner I found my paradise when I was crying
I find my magic wand, that lighted my way
through hallowed thoughts, hallowed halls.
I whisper love songs on my lips for the wind
to cry it away. For today I won't ever be the
same. For I gave my heart up to easily and
won.
Watch the magic start again, and again and
never end, for once it will never stop. For I
believe in the fairy tales that you gave to me.
