The Sun, The Moon and The Naked words
And so I stop and so I stare
As the words dance around naked
Holding hands
Chewing gums
What a sight
Its an alcohol free party
We are still tipsy
We dont believe in God
Only sacred places
We worship twin moons
One lives off the stolen sunshine
The other filled with hatred
Blurry gazes and nights we can not forget
The moon robs the sun
The moon heals
The sun burns
Humanity is inhuman
The words heal
The words burn
Humans
We only choose to feel
The scorching heat against our naked skin
Give the dog a bad name and hang him
The words burn
Like the sun burns
Skin peeling off like
Ten years old wallpaper
This time
I do not stop
I dance with the naked words
Stripped off their glamour
Too wild and grown up
Only when you get this close
You feel the baby skin
Doesnt matter anyway
You cant see
No alcohol
Too tipsy
So let us dance in the sacred places
Anything exists if you believe in it
Even God
Holding hands
Chewing gums
Worshiping the moons
Cursing the sun
For the burn
We gave ourselves
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Posted Oct 3, 2018, 10:27 AM UTC