You And Me Poem by Aria Siren
You And Me
You and me
We lived before gravity
In space where walls were padded, see
We can fall and not feel the sting
The sun shines outside
Beaming through the abuse
They lift the fire to ease the burn
And we line up for our juice
They hand us white pills on turn
And you say they hurt to swallow
And I think you're funny
But I don't tell you
The voices that echo in this hollow
The demons that butcher my sheep
The fingertips that talk in my sleep
The witches swamp where I wallow
And I think it's a dream
But I can't be sure
That sometimes we leave
You come to my door
And we walk under florescent halls
Simulated moonbeams
Until we find a window
Cut out of the galaxies of dreams
And I am biting back fear
Courage tastes like bile
But your hand chooses mine from the heap
Lifts my feet from cold tile
And you drag me into a leap
We just float awhile
Rising until we become
The moon
A crescent smile.
But your hand chooses mine from the heap Lifts my feet from cold tile And you drag me into a leap We just float awhile Rising until we become The moon A crescent smile. Beautiful!
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4/19/2024 10:09:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh I'm late sorry but I've been so caught up doing nothing with my life (? !) Ahh Two bits slapped my cheeks (one each I suppose) and held ransom my tresspassing eyes. First the picturing of sleepness nights of being kept cruelly awake by the neuron party going on in the head at the careless thought of that certain object of affection (wow dehumanisation right there) Second the mention of window because it permits me to interpret that you two get thrown out of it by your adventurousness and therefore were defenestrated (one up on me friend there) Purely as a side note derived from wishful thinking on my part, the 1st and 2nd defenestration of Prague are something to look at (please, not literally) andyeah yeah yeah mark shut up youre insane and your cluttering up thid young womans poetry page.... Ahh... Youre never lonely with a split personality