Edge of Heaven and Hell
Burning hearts
Brought forth from the blooms of spring
It comes in no singular form
Only under the indefinite term
One comes to know it by
February is when the plantling appears
March is the season of new love
Nay
New hope
Passion coursing through our venation
Mutual equivalent exchange
Nay
The exchange of energy
That only creates more energy
To be bestowed upon us
The moon rays shining down
Upon your broad back
Where wings are trying to be put forth
On your path to greatness
The path to eternal bliss
Only on the bridge
Almost there
It’s been building up
To triumph
I’ve always been on the edge
Living on the edge of heaven and hell
But that’s the bridge of life
The longass path on embarks to take
There are times I fall
But I choose to
Fall
And it’s so beautiful
The thrilling rush
The tantalizing view
In this short little span of an era
The inevitable end that flips the page
To the new chapter
Revealing my new transformation
Under the silky pink ribbons
Wrapped around my torso
The moon knows
I’m on the brink of greatness
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