Outer Space
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
When the night collects dust,
before deciding to depart,
and your knees feel weak,
from traveling through the
dark.
Release your bated
breath, and let it beautify
you as you recall the reason
you are blessed.
As your sight declines,
and your voice wavers on
the verge of its revenge—
focus on the best moments
of your life that stand out
above the rest.
“from traveling through the”
— Bestdays—A Poem About Nostalgia
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
When I rage, I rumble, cave, and crumble, slip and stumble, bleak, I bumble,…
You came along when skies were dark, just like a song, you left your mark. Upon my heart, I felt a…
my love is just another crutch; a whole circus, tainted by trust. oh wizard me, enchanted thee;…