my heart explodes,
with desires impossible,
my innards leap,
up, up, up,
colliding with my corroded soul.
no,
dreams are dreams,
life is life,
clench your fists and count.
but i know,
that i am lying.
YOU ARE READING
n.i.m.b.u.s.
Poetrywords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
