Your words are Nots
Waiting to get lost in you
I untie every sentence
With catastrophes
Exiles and fugitive come close to me but we are all truly alone the courage to carry the god hole knees bound to the floor
Not just going through the motions
Waiting for emotions to explore
The spark between us before my illusions and delusions set in
Thrusted I will fall heavy into your arms
The weight of the day
The life
Upon tiny shoulders no one
Would conclude to hold but God