The place where thoughts go to die

deeper than how you dream to mean it,

we wear these skin and bones away

not growing up nor old, 

time moves around 

but there are things those hands will never touch,

like you touch me,

and wanting, 

More.

This That I Live and I die for

The Words this tongue cant twist to sound

even if I did mean it,

everything I know and nothing

feeling the way

this oxygen you call life is simply fuel

on fire.