May I devout my life onto yours?
Will you exist as I
feel you will be?
What if we are pulled apart?
Will my timing be flawed or will you explain that there is no such thing and what we feel is
as natural as your heart beat next to mine?
If you haven’t seen it yet,
I’m very self conscious of what is.
reality and the world, I’m cynical. Sick, torn apart. what I feel and what you think I feel, through what you may think you feel and what my existence wants you to feel.
I scream and I pulse.
Down inside of your rhythm and run free within fingertips.
You try to hold me but I’m away.
But my love, just call me and I’ll hold you close.
Your bliss will fuse into mine,
Your name will be the same,
our child mixture ,
our concoction, and
you and I
two lives interwoven,
In between words and existence through blood,
will be connected.
Are you ready?