He doesn't know what to say, for us

[anikun_wish_]

I'm not a mess.

Because of the blood pumping through your veins,
No scars.
No metallic taste.
(no dad's who can't make it.)

You are the beautiful in my tea.
Your rhythm lets the
sunshine in.

Comments

[cadvan]

:) That's really beautiful, I really love your way of writing (its very much you) The conductors sourmetal hands. I love how it starts, rises, then gently falls, ending in sunshine from scars, like a rising breath, something alive. You are a fantastic poet, my dear. It was incredible feeling your pulse today, it suddenly made me reaise you were alive, a body of blood, a beating heart, warm skin, it made me realise everyone I knew was breathing, it set something free. It was something utterly beautiful and profound, just from feeling the bloodflow in your wrists. It's the simple things that are beautiful, it's friends that make things utterly breathtaking ^_^ Thankyou for you.