The heart is a brittle beast
In flight, somewhere over the horizon
Where the sun sets in the west
And rises in the east
Every heart needs its wings
And desire to beat those fucking things
To stay afloat, to keep flying
To delay the hour of dying
For every heart that dares to fly
The prayers are floating in the sky
Like birds with wings of fire
That simply forgot to die
Now the rays fly like arrows
To penetrate thoughts and hearts
The shadow of the sun dog, on my face
Ready to chase another day
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Happy V Day, motherfuckers. 😘
Excellent poem. Excellent postscript.
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ReplyDelete@Ak thanks for the comment, man. Always appreciated :)
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