just like a song we fade into rhythm
our eyes open and the world feels too real
just as we learn to be fake, I realise time is sincere
every time they say I'm insane, I salvage the truth from the ruins of my dreams
prisms of broken light in a rabbit hole
I know who I am, dancing in iridescent moonlight shining
I seen a boy lose himself in the reservoir
I seen life in a mirror, shiny and new rose petals
a wild man drowning in pleasure
I seen your ghost echo by the lake, I remember it well
the downtown blues, how love ignited
love flourished in my bones, eyes towards the blue sky
I believe in you, your loveless body running through the forest
catching yourself, faint breaths thinner than paper
I can still taste the sweetness of the honey
I can still taste the coolness of the whiskey
hot nights flooded with dreams
so tired, I passed out in your arms, bled into your ocean
fingers pressed against me
just like a song we fade into rhythm.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 20th, 2022 17:57
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
Comments2
Who says you are insane? I said crazy!
Funnily enough, I've been called insane at least a handful of times I can vividly remember.
Very liquidy and somewhat blue.
Quite fluidly moving in its hues.
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