RMC

Lonely Musings


The Falls The Risen

Touch me I don’t even feel like
a touch for me feels even right.

Tear me apart I won’t feel a thing
but for parts in my heart we sing.

Carnal is not my aspect correct
your diction for seducing effects.

I feel not the curves what is this?
I want what I can’t have it’s bliss.

Surreal would it be to be with you,
I want all inches honestly true.

I want your soul and your eyes
to want mine the same no lies.

I do not function the same as
others I want your future and past.

I want your dreams to come to
fruition, be foot and step with you.

If I’m a part I want your heart
because it’s the source of all art.

Bring me pain I will feel it the same
as a dandelion in a gentle rain.

I’ll fall apart but it’s okay because
it’ll give reason to call our love ours.

I can sing tunes I hope you hear,
without love I will simply dissapear.

I will make up everything and all
I can to be a part of the rise same as the fall.



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