It is a storm.

The anchor is lost,

Its chain is snapped,

Its safety gone

Waters unmapped.

I tried to struggle

Avoid the pain,

This earth's blood,

Trapped in its veins.

My body mimics,

I cannot stop

Your love pulled

Into my heart.

Into my heart

My black hole,

That's what she made,

That's what she stole.

I feel the need,

To get lost,

In green waters,

Red purple rocks.

The hours pass,

In wrecking storm,

I reach the eye,

Where fire was born.

My soaking body,

My quickened pace

Dreams of fingers

Across your face.

It burns it burns,

It burns me still

This love of mine

I ll have to kill.

Curse upon my wretched name

Why is it always loss and mourn,

As if the devil himself came

And spit on me when I was born.

Yet all I think...

Our crossed feet

Of cyan ink

In purple sheets.

Of wavey green

Untamed lips

A jungle fever

Of moving hips...

Under the stars,

Under the sun,

Color cacophony,

But I have none.

For I will not

Do devils work

Make no one cry

Make no one hurt.

I'd rather keep

Innocent flair

Than be the cause

Of stormy air.

Id rather be

A breezy wind

Than be another

Lover's end.

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