The smooth sweet voice pours out of his mouth like syrup and into her ears.
Igniting into air that carries her to the clouds.
This world is no fun when spent walking with fears.
Sometimes, even, when she walks,
She feels as if she has the strength to never end.
These seconds pour off their skin acting as if they're simply human candles wasting away.
Cascading down across their skin, they continue to burn away.
Are you reading in between these lines?
My poems are constructed on the base of a few pretty words.
I wish you could only use the same logic with your life.
Can you see what's encompassing you?
We're all but men and women. Blinded.
I would prefer to die blinded by the light.