you know sympathy is my downfall
a door into paradise
me, your guest, you, my host
falling for an illusion, runaway lover
when you hold me I feel real
when you hold me, I say yes
you know my heart grows fonder
with every lasting sun beat
I mirror your movements like propane
pages we have forgotten
new foliage and the smell of spring
still in flood, I fall at your feet
lavender nights and heavenly rain
pouring down
devour me like unbridled poetry
love me like blue skies in a dream
a body eclipsed with unholy secrets
serpentine suffering
more resilient than a silver scar
you know sympathy is my downfall
a door into paradise
me, your guest, you, my host
falling for an illusion, runaway lover
when you hold me I feel real
when you hold me, I say yes.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2022 17:26
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Comments2
Wow! Wonderful imagery. "you know my heart grows fonder with every lasting sun beat "
Beautifully written!
Thank you!
Sympathy is my downfall too... very keen observation! It's like you are out of control and completely sober at the same time. I adore that about your poems.
*drunken heart sigh*
I've never really been able to get my shit together.
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