I’ve loved you for billions of years.
Probably before I loved myself. And
For eons, we walked lightly in dream.
We made love in the glow of stardust, giving birth to Jupiter, when the love overflowed.
We spoke in hushed thunder, danced like lightning across an amber sky.
We have been written in the clouds,amongst other places.
Believe me; its never intentions. Its All about the reception.
I’ve lost my voice
And to find it means to
Dive beneath the tide of uncertainty.
I am full of emptiness
And social pressure telling me that my
Voice is lost for good reason.
I often find myself wondering if your skies are as blue as mine. I
Wonder if your heart has the same cracks as mind. And if your scars on the outside match the ones on the inside. I wonder if you’ve been baptized in your own tears…yet. I wonder baby,if you know, were going to crash. Its just a matter of what we’ll crash into.
Love him or hate him; the boy is brilliant.
The older he gets, the more I want to do him.