All i know...All I know is love.Yesterday began easy, normal, flat.Yesterday was just another battered baseline, tramps still trampled on; leaving nothingness on pleading pavements, fathers still fostered thoughts of adolescent fun, fairies still didn't exist. Winds still wept, flowers still died, breath still born, often still-born…And feathers still fell, But today, All I know is love.3 o'clock struck too early or late for anything,sunlight blocked by the mobile shadows of a mobile mystery who apologized into life when I exclaimed. It wasn't her partly parched pink lips, or her dying-dust-voice, or dead converse all stars
'yellow' new picture*i wrote a song for youand called it yellow.stapled it to a blue dream and planted it beneath the seams of a turquoise horizon. i expect it to germinate,taint the wind with rose petal'd scents of a spring that would bathe you and i till we crouched, shriveld beneath the sun,naked and ignored.my love is the wings spanof a weather butterfly,it commands the healing powers of the cosmos,feeding on the union of instinct and blood,mine is the souls's rod,prodding the shallows of your rhythm,my goal is to rhyme with the silences between your heart's beat,so we can beat, unpaused to the gates of eter
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