Mental Health, Relationship

Shoving Love

 

Push me over into the blackened junk.
Pull me up in silver fright.
Spin me until I’m out of sight.
I love, l love, I love
How you’d make me try.
With scales that hold all the lovely and ugly fragments.
With words that seem frivolous, And never define the trapped unattainable emotions I have inside.
Oh I love, I love, I love
How my heart can take flight,
In your remarkable sky.
You drag me down from
Barbizon coral’s might.
Oh l love, I love, I love
This gothic arcade sunrise

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Into the Skin of Europa (series)

A Summer’s Hum

Nadiah’s Meadow – Europa Series Part 3. 

As one might bear away,
so far beyond reality
where she waits,
till dawn
with eyes wide awake listening for summer chimes, across
green meadows shimmering,
wildflowers blooming prosperity
from london’s music that fosters heartbeats, to erase aches, in her delicate crimson skin of sorrow.

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