It’s easy when she tastes like magic and feels like sin.(Thatha)

Originally posted on The Wolf Collective:
Thatha’ She reminded me of giving your heart away she reminded me of sacrifice and the course to care and protect. It was as if she knew the words to my every tear shed and echoed rejoice, she was heavens beautiful noise. She belonged to my dreams, resided over my passion & compassion alike. Queen. She belonged to the… Continue reading It’s easy when she tastes like magic and feels like sin.(Thatha)

Poetry Is A Form Of Confrontation.

When you’re lonely Every sigh sounds like a violent noise. Peace can be found between her legs, But there is also an ocean in her smile and I’m listening for laughter in her cheeks. If you squint slightly you will see that she looks like poetry Which is ironic, because I can’t find the words to describe her. I’m spilling at the seams and it’s … Continue reading Poetry Is A Form Of Confrontation.

Sunflowers are more flower than sun.

  It’s just that at times, finding my way has left me so lost. My hate for people has no direction And my love for them hasn’t bothered to choose one. Intimacy has been a kind neighbour. But it has never bothered to come visit. And I’m rarely ever home. Maybe one day, I’ll head over there with flowers It’s been roses and daisies ‘till … Continue reading Sunflowers are more flower than sun.