Oh To Be Lost
Dark dwelling, deep in it's own despair.
Marred meaninglessly in its essence.
Cold, coarse, fleshed tiles spanning
Upwards into struts
Of splintered weathered wood
Smelling of stale Sap and Oak
Into sullen, sweat-stained sheets.
Concealing constellations.
Within You and I-
Intertwined within one another;
Amongst the stars.
Our words Lost somewhere between the rhythm of our heart
And the nature of our nerves
To touch.
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