Am I to stop?
Oh no please don't make me.
Every nook of my brains wants to be a drop of ink...
black, black, black...
Muddy solution of my blackened blood.
What I have to add for you to believe?
whiskey? tequila? sunset? moon light?
You know I'm not a magician.
And it isn't a magic or chemistry - just real
taking my eyes and making moon light from them,
taking my soul and making sunset on fire,
taking my heart and making a fine thread
guiding one
connecting us
far beyond the limits.
And you won't know until you look over the brink.
Am I to stop?
© Copyright: Melquihadez, 2002
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