inhale
in heaven there is hell
flames of the sun burn our cheeks
and the smoke flies on the wings of unsaid words
above the clouds we choke and cry
until one day we simply
fall
inhale
in hell there is heaven
the spot we burn
is the spot we find love
we fall
and see another falling just as erratically
we reach out and
touch
inhale
in hell there is me
this smoke forces itself inside my body
planting itself in my brain
scattering ash in my lungs
burning my veins and
dancing through my arteries
finding a resting spot
on my most sensitive spots
im a bleeding heart
and i dont know what to do except
burn
inhale
in heaven there is you
life is pain
but here you are
breathing it in like a spring breeze
you dance
and whisper
breathe with me
breathe
exhale
in us there is love
we might be smoldered
our voices smothered
and our pulses racing
but if we kiss in the rain
maybe we can breathe
again
VOUS LISEZ
ectopic
Poésie(1) (ek·top·ik) a d j e c t i v e ❝ occuring in an abnormal position or place; displaced ❞
