be free, do poetry

She is happiness 

She made her feel 

Her mischievous smile on her lips

it was too late to attempt an escape

For someone like me

to be caught up in

white lies

is hell

but here

i’ll stay

save your loving arms

It’s about two people who

wanted to dance,

smile,

and laugh

and this

electric energy

between the two.

Her heart is strange;

her mind

her laughs.

I did not recognise

it

was

love,

Quite breathless,

her precious little tongue never ceased pouring forth.

you naughty,

naughty.

And she smiled,

I have photographs of you,

You were like a dream I wish 

I hadn’t slept through,

within i fell deeper,

of all the things that come and go,

there is no one else like you, and i know it’s silly.

But i know what we are, and I know what we are not,

For she (you are) is his poet, 

and he is her (your) poem.

It’s so dark right now, 

I can’t see any light around me.

Can i unfeel it,

Little girl, you scared of death?

Don’t suck my breath

I’ve no intention of letting it go.

Promise not to let me

get away with that,

tie up my hand,

he had sleeping tablets

  one

      two

         one  

             two

another and another and another.

he felt his lips move,

a terrible whisper,

When you’ve nothing to lose,

you run any risk you want.

But we do need a breather,

We must all be alike. 

the target of the

She changed me,

I don’t know where it ends,

Seems like a new space

I should keep a good distance,

Why not speak my mind? 

What do I have to lose?

At first he felt at ease,

When the lights dimmed down

He felt tears welling up in his eyes

“What the hell?”