Take no prisoners, heart of mine. Storm your way through and set life to the deserts of choice. Move the mountains far out of reach, leave the ground to grow flowers of sorrow in the prettiest of colours. Your greif is but ladybugs in rest, only staying until spring brings the sun anew.
Bend trees in the way of your path into shapes of lions, of tigers (you tigress among apes), of shape them to stars with sparkling wines. Rest not when the ocean harnessed surrenders, fly higher touch nothing but with your edges.
Dance, sweet heart of mine, like flurries of snow unsure of where to land, come into me with force to knock me off my feet. Rush my blood faster to my head, captured where you belong, in a body full of life, worthy to carry your beats.
Greif and worries scattred over barren land, fertilizing it like fire, we'll fly together you and I, reaping what you sowed, a new skin for me to fit in.
Bend trees in the way of your path into shapes of lions, of tigers (you tigress among apes), of shape them to stars with sparkling wines. Rest not when the ocean harnessed surrenders, fly higher touch nothing but with your edges.
Dance, sweet heart of mine, like flurries of snow unsure of where to land, come into me with force to knock me off my feet. Rush my blood faster to my head, captured where you belong, in a body full of life, worthy to carry your beats.
Greif and worries scattred over barren land, fertilizing it like fire, we'll fly together you and I, reaping what you sowed, a new skin for me to fit in.
2 comments:
Very beautiful, Molly. <3
x2. Most.
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