you thought walls don’t move
but they do...
Tail bent and buckled
Body painted with tyre marks...
Shivering heather
awaken to misty moors...
I long for you to be with me
like dew on grass at morning free...
eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching...
A wild horse
races across a nearly...
There are days when words
go bumper to bumper with...
we can only live for so long
on a scorched planet...
edit: This poem might trigger someone.
I don't want that, so I'm putting this warning...
I feel the need to take this to my grave
A love as vast as all the universe...
I'm tired of people calling me "sad",
using it as an excuse to get too close...
some people can't be
redeemed, no matter how...