Show me your Heaven and
Allow me to explore every inch of your untapped oceans no matter the depth,
I promise your hidden deep I’ll never tell
Caresses the land of your body and
Reveal to me your buried scars
As I read them with my hand like braille
Let me illuminate the darkness of your night
Let my light show you things you never knew
Treat me not like the stars
They only wish to watch light years apart
You see I’m trapped by the rune of your gravity,
See me not as your Sun but your Moon,
Give me every piece of you,
Down to the parts you hide from view
The parts some may find taboo,
Yea, that bittersweet you.
©Kwamè “Amir” H.
Artist: Davian Chester
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We suffered so many battle scars
From these civil wars,
Each text a landmine to the heart,
Just what the hell are we fighting for? @sexwithluna ©Amir
I fell in love when I said never again
Close to me, you were more than a friend,
It was always the world against you and I,
on some Bonnie and Clyde type vibe.
I found heaven in your eye’s when I never knew God,
The greatest lie was believing in that devils facade.
Amazing how you did nothing for me, but yet and still you were everything to me.
No matter how hard I would try wrong or right,
I dealt with the hell because it was you I needed at my side and still you left.
when it was all said and done you still said goodbye.
I always thought we would make it,
I guess I was mistaken.
I couldn’t resist staring into the perpetual night sky.
Resting under the tree of knowledge, I feel so alone.
I contemplate just who am I, living right or dying wrong?
What’s the weight of my accomplishments?
My mind conflicted with the who’s and whys.
If time is God given, what do I get if I just want to split?
The mirror is no longer black and white, which of the reflection is true
So much on the line, from you I can’t hide
The pain you see in my eyes.
How many worn smiles do I still have stashed?
Just how much of me is still left from a broken past?
This life of mental woes and sickness;
I vomit the shells of the bullets I’ve had to bite
Is heaven truly what the churches advertise? Is hell the reflection of what’s inside?
Living hurts so why not attempt suicide?
I’m not swayed by the consequence or shame
Just the will to survive
The snake and I speak parseltongue,
I swallow the truth in his lies
No Eve, no fruit, just him and I
As we sip champagne on the darkest side of the moon of this barren Eden.