If you knew how much I loved the wind
You'd know how much you meant to me
If you knew how much it hurt, the burn
You'd now how hot my heart is for you
If you knew how much I spoke like this
You'd know how long I'd listen to you
I crave the pressure
The undeniable sense of pleasure
The restless whispers
And fiery bursting fissures
Beneath the surface
How much do you love the wind
When it rolls around the trees like snakeskin?
How much did it hurt, the burn
When you stoked the deep winter's woodstove?
How much do you speak like that
When you ramble about everything and nothing?
Do you crave me like I crave you
Or is it just my wild imagination?
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Twisted Dreams
PoetryA collection of short stories, poems, and half-written ramblings. ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 dream \ ˈdrēm \ 1 : a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 night·m...
