“You deserve to be worshiped…”

like dying stars
and burning rocks that fall from the sky,
like dirty holy rivers
and statues that cry,
like blood that burns and sings
and tiger lilies I like,
like drunken promises
and bittersweet goodbyes.


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. F
    Feb 05, 2013 @ 17:16:45

    Like sorrow, and mourning
    For the friends who untimely die
    Like the memories they leave behind
    of the days gone by

    Like untamed and ineffable joy
    of soaring through a metaphorical sky
    the wind through your hair
    as you leap, stumble, fall and finally fly

    You deserve to be worshiped
    And i can’t stop praying…
    No matter how hard i try.


    • Mave
      Feb 06, 2013 @ 10:15:55

      You even tolerated the pink flower thing.

      Thank you. *hug*
      You always are intense or ironic when you write, but this was beautiful.


  2. F
    Feb 06, 2013 @ 10:50:35

    *giggle* bloody *giggle*!


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