Our City Transparent

Up...
And down...
Black...
Blue...
Round...
And round...
Your sweets are delicate inside my heart pushing and pulling making me ill I feel sick when I'm with you and yet I love it so much I cannot control my feelings when we are apart I hardly think of it why I don't know.
Heart...
Ache...
On...
And off...
In...
And Out...
The city is of angels and we are but two minute souls within its boundaries they long for us to be one and we do too we fight not to be and its scary I feel alone in the dark unlike you my mind is of eggshell easily broken and figured.
Sun...
Moon...
Darkness...
Lit...
Immaculate...
Grotesque...
The moon will shine down on our faces as I kiss you in the hall up in the air we will float about in the tranquility of absence and seek the answers in the evening news and if there is no rule upon the hill we will crawl into the grass and be one together I will be the child in your mind.
Start...
End...
War...
Peace...
Nothing...
Everything...
All that you trust all that you feel all that you create and all you end all that you do all that you know all that you meet and all that you spite all that you are all that is now all that is over all that will never be and all that is in fact never and all that glistens under the brightly lit moon will be all your love.
Heart...
Beat...
Heart...
Beat...
Heart...
Beat...
Heart...
Beat...

by M.J. Dura

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