Dust the Sand

Love is a lion

in the dust

and it follows,

flows and floods

like a desert

over my heart,

it’s heavy

and I need

a sandstorm.

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That Feeling is Unlike

That feeling inside like a poison

Spreads like a wildfire;

Festers in the place of most pain.

That feeling inside like an arrow

Swiftly pierces the healing;

Destroys by way of open wounds.

That feeling inside like a hammer

Shocks like an electric storm;

Pummels the soul to dark.

That feeling inside unlike love

Like life relentlessly restless;

Churns in the mind,

Burns in the heart.