On the oak as a creeper rests,
As the lungs give out, finally
In death, even, we look
Beautiful.
As the parched lips, chapped skin
Say goodbyes to rain,
Devoiding the desert grass of dew,
My body soaks in your thoughts
Even as your lips touched my soul.
At war with our own selves,
When we've finally overcome,
The enemies within, we forged
A new battle to forgive
All our wars past.
In this transient lifetime,
With close deaths of closer lives,
Your permanence soothes
My cuts that bleed loneliness.
Life spent picking flowers
For deities unworthy of worship,
You got me to pick myself
Like a scaffolding for a temple in ruins.
Let us be wild, good, and lasting
Love helplessly.
For, let us be the last of our kind:
A legend for kids tomorrow,
Running wild and free.
As the lungs give out, finally
In death, even, we look
Beautiful.
As the parched lips, chapped skin
Say goodbyes to rain,
Devoiding the desert grass of dew,
My body soaks in your thoughts
Even as your lips touched my soul.
At war with our own selves,
When we've finally overcome,
The enemies within, we forged
A new battle to forgive
All our wars past.
In this transient lifetime,
With close deaths of closer lives,
Your permanence soothes
My cuts that bleed loneliness.
Life spent picking flowers
For deities unworthy of worship,
You got me to pick myself
Like a scaffolding for a temple in ruins.
Let us be wild, good, and lasting
Love helplessly.
For, let us be the last of our kind:
A legend for kids tomorrow,
Running wild and free.
