Her eyes are warning flags
Especially when they’re smiling
They hold me intensely like pain inside a teardrop
And I’m hanging on to the cliffs of their waterfall
Because I don’t ever want to see her cry
These pins and needles of brittle air I breath
Sew the torn threads of me into the love I wear
Within the warm pocket of love that remains
Whenever she takes my breath away
Because I need somebody to die for
Her heart’s a dragon’s den
Glowing a love so golden
And for just an ounce she might be willing to share
I’ll be the red in her conflagration
Because I need to feel her rush through my bloodstream
I’m an aspiring writer. A lover of music and poetry. A sketch artist and creator of unique artworks called terraformers designed from 100% recycled plastic bottles and caps.