12 views
True Love
true love
is never one dimensional
it twists and turns
changing its shape and form
tightens its grip on my soul
aching, like a spring coil
and without a warning let go
of me, my heart, creates
its final art across the sky
can you ever be truly ready
and hold your head steady
for this apocalypse
can you be so still
when your hearbeats
flutter, like a windmill
in a storm, this desert is real
but so is the ocean
that refuses to quiet down
without you, within me…
© Perpetual Wanderer
is never one dimensional
it twists and turns
changing its shape and form
tightens its grip on my soul
aching, like a spring coil
and without a warning let go
of me, my heart, creates
its final art across the sky
can you ever be truly ready
and hold your head steady
for this apocalypse
can you be so still
when your hearbeats
flutter, like a windmill
in a storm, this desert is real
but so is the ocean
that refuses to quiet down
without you, within me…
© Perpetual Wanderer
Related Stories
