05-12-2013, 04:49 AM
I am obsessing a love
that thrives on war.
I’ve abandoned the joy of
clustered Rhododendrons;
their beauty bores me.
I am weaving through heaven
without a tether.
Tangled on a string of stars,
losing our connection. You are so far -
A thousand miles of ocean lie
below this abyss of could be.
that thrives on war.
I’ve abandoned the joy of
clustered Rhododendrons;
their beauty bores me.
I am weaving through heaven
without a tether.
Tangled on a string of stars,
losing our connection. You are so far -
A thousand miles of ocean lie
below this abyss of could be.