Poetry does not make sense, only in the mind of the one who wrote it. My poetry does not make sense, but to you it may. It can be about whatever you want.
Call out the name you love and fear
Rub your eyes and dry the tears
Relive the dream & kiss the girl
Never to return
A father to rest upon
Summer mouth
It’s time that kills the most
To fall for such a poison Goddess
Broke down like a de-tuned radio
Plead silence
I’m so deviant to mislead you
Drag me home again,
and scream at the walls
Every room kept awake with riddles
Should I blame Heaven or my own insight
She moves like violence, on fire like music
Sleeping in an inebriated myth in cold Ohio
I pray that all your wisdom embraces you
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