And so I came to the hill
Wrapped in all things
Left here to dry, to weep and cry
To spell out long letters
To those last glimpses of my truth
Who have left the last marks
Ravaging the little beasts
Smoking atop the hill so crested.
And then it began to drip down
Along the side of my being
Gooey globs of scent infused
Suffering that made me stop,
Gaze uncontrollably
At the giant drops of passion,
And remember how far
I still have to go
For I think I have a hill to climb.
Tag: wrapped
Wrinkles (day 568)
Did it again
Wrapped my head RIGHT around that thought
Brought it down like a weak wrestling match
Pulled out the cavalry who fired the guns
Let loose a slaughter, just like that
So much so
That even time wrinkled a little bit
Little bouts of perfection make those kinds of impacts
Waves that blow in the wind
Instances
And moments
Pure and utterly filled with complete
Gloves (day 163)
Beautiful gloves of
Beautiful gloves of
Beautiful gloves of
Beautiful gloves of
of
Many fancy shirts
Wrapped in designer skirts
Tie, around your neck
Dizzy lips swap
to
Remain the last breath
Spotted around the corner
Suffering endlessly
Alone, without gloves company