Old Gypsy Souls

travels, songs and scars along the way

Posts tagged growth

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One Black Wing

can I really just simply behold you?
a lover from forgotten times
so far removed from the here and now
but here you are, now.

Bleeding

a wavering halo makes you dance
mine exists no more
if only i had your strength
that makes me so strong

Breathe

in your breath from a shared pillow
sweat from flesh and afternoon
dogs raising hell into a cloudless sky
fucking hell, I could die right now

Blush

as the sheet slips away
curves a man could kill himself on
reflecting your labyrinth soul
and heart(beating)and mind

Blossom

like you were born to do
my time is done for now
nothing will become of us
but a broken halo and a black wing

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