architectural veins beneath rhythmic beats,
superior vessel gets overthrown again.
natural route to a natural suite,
and the walls smile in torment.
no ambush before attack,
but a warm pressure around my waist.
your face digs into my back,
but the shoulders bear no weight.
my lingering eyes fixate on yours,
flickering to a third point of view.
cupid must've been so bored,
waiting for me to fall for you.
architectural veins beneath rhythmic beats,
playing tug of war with my love.
natural route to a natural defeat,
cupid smiles from above.
YOU ARE READING
tender heart
Poetrycompared to vomiting words, i think i'm spitting them this time. #2 - teenpoems
