Blackbird

A Boy With Roses

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 Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2022 17:57
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • jarcher54

    Who says you are insane? I said crazy!

    • A Boy With Roses

      Funnily enough, I've been called insane at least a handful of times I can vividly remember.

    • arqios

      Very liquidy and somewhat blue.
      Quite fluidly moving in its hues.



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