Rainbows
She makes… rainbows sprout from her fingertips with every touch of my corpses flesh, her angelic
presence, bringing sunshine to my cheek with lips unshaded, her kisses, were full of sun beamed
pleasures and, all I could do was steal them, steal love from the heart of one whom I felt, I’d never be
deserving of. Introducing life to the hands of one broken, tattered by his past and scared of the déjà
vu. Only hoping that she, could wipe the waterfalls from his grassy planed face. When she did so much
more with just a stare, she, penetrated his mind and made him fall so… so peaceful like. With truth only
found in the way her hands serenaded his cheeks as her lips marinated his and we fade… into
teardrops in the ocean, knowing I’d drown forever for a kiss on my corpse cheek just to know… that
you’ll always love me and never hurt me… not like the others did. Fear is the death of bravery, but I’d
soon go toe to toe with the rights to your eternity to prove that, we were made for each other.
Carrying the cross for my own crucifixion if it’d show how much I love her. &you could pierce my body
and all I’d bleed is the reasons I love her, then die and be reborn on the 23rd hour to prove that… I
could never go a day without her. So I ask you, what else do I have to prove?
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