I
feel mawkish, to pray for souls, to ponder love. I like you
like
pain, to blare Rihanna, fraught with sickness. Oh
for
psychs, to loathe a can’t see, drifting through portals.
I
blank it out, to roam a maze, and sipping coffee; but how
for
deeper, a shallow drank, to nibble fruits. I live it to fall,
to
call for names, and hear for rum. Its miracle lives, to
grieve
the cants, painted in friction. It was oh the pain, a
touch
of fiction, the foot of beds. I cry a rupture, to blare
for
passion, alive this joy; and how come, a world of fey, to
see
for spirits. I heard the echo, where mystics soared, to
drift
an island. The nights are rain, a morning of bliss, to
rake
for afternoons. I love you afar, to feel for beats, to
swoop
and drop love. Life is angles, and both for coins, to
fly
freely. I feel for grays, to splay a soul, a tool for debate.
Oh
for love, to channel ghosts, awake come sleep-fall. I
crawl
a maze, to filter a spell, alive come heartaches. We
live
it pale, to fall to rise, ever for wisdom. I love it more,
to
feel it soar, a treble beat. I count to vanish, ever for lost,
found
at red lights. Oh for life, to hear for names, a purple
volt.
