All the World Is Breathing
An original poem
you're not real, well i'm not either
the wax moon melts and we are the fever
i know i'm stoned and a sloppy mess
but would my heart fit into the hole in your chest
a ripple on my cue in the grand lake
i'll give you mine if yours breaks
i will drive and let you steer
in the backseat of a jeep wagoneer
stop talking so i can get to know you more
counting your breathing on the kitchen floor
you are beautiful and i love this room
really because the only thing in here is you
your skin like money and your smile like silver
i'm writing your lips a letter, send and deliver
i kiss you in the valley and the sound is muddy
we both pretend to be somebody
greed, envy, pride, lust
i wouldn't mind hell if it'd just be us
where the picket fence ends and broken hearts bleed
my neck hurts, angel- would you kiss it for me?
About the Creator
raegan layne
i do a lot of things
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