"I'm gonna clear my head
Walk along the riverbed
I'm gonna play a song
And hope it finds her further on"
-Duncan Sheik's Land
"It's just a spark
But it's enough to keep me going
And when it's dark out, no one's around
It keeps glowing"
-Paramore's Last Hope
This is just a phase...
The morning light greets my body and wraps its yellow arms around me... She embraces my existence: her glowing hue leaves me wasted under Memory's charm - longing for you to suffocate me under your desire's limbs until we fade into the Warmth... She intoxicates my senses: her cadence exudes a foreign language that ensnares my motives - forging an undeveloped narrative that sparkles and fades at the flick of our touch... She fornicates with the realms of time and fate: her body lusts with a voice that covets Faith from a prayer's whisper - dissenting a vanity of promises, a cross that brings us closer to our Creator.