Hannah Flowersmy personal savior for the month
my heart, my world, my golden rock
i let you touch the water
you rusted, energy dissolved
and to think i held you,
to think i was so close,
all i had to do was curl
my fingers around your shape
and we'd be on our way.
alas, i opened my hands
you floated steadfast away
and now the days never end
on its stomach, time crawls by
and i search the beaches
tossing valuable minerals aside
i only have eyes for pyrite.
what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool
can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq
you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh