Let me write away life,
sing songs for moments of sorrow.
Wait until tomorrow,
when the rain sides inside your throat.
These words are so refreshing,
they hold the stitches of skin to this body.
Each day is a milestone; the weight of both worlds
helps the devils breath taste hollow.
It was the end of all nights.
Days overrun the edges of these pages.
To who added the stars that sparked the stark?
catapulted woodwind and strings into my imagination,
a slingshot you found next to upturned buttercups
now rest on my head, keeping out the light.
“and I love you…”
…because the heart is a muscle, needing exercise to survive;
and you are the cure, heavy handed and I will pick you up all in good time.
Speak words that will surround you with pulsating vibes,
and I’ll spit the labours of love that were told throughout the ages.
I'll build a castle of cards and you would be queen!
When it all falls down, we would laugh, and I’d be a joker.
Flower in hand and romance smattered in every page of this book,
a romantic and helpless for your love.
Let me write away life,
sing songs for moments of sorrow.
Wait until tomorrow,
when my last breath is hallow.