soniacookbroen
Causation
Will to begin
will to create
the something beyond myself
the rain is washing us all away
in waves i watch my heart beat away
through barren fields of altered states
I am the sex sliding
slip of sorrow
the yesterday with no tomorrow
with burden and pardon
myself from you
restrained
no emotion
let us exist as though these things no longer matter
as though you no longer care
that you love the feel of my fingers running through your hair
we shall pray that we can be devoid of love
whilst we solve the problems of our own wee worlds