• thinline_mirakee 5w

    Lone alone.

    It's two am, and I've come home,
    I won't disintegrate my lover,
    yet today, I've worked my hull to the bone,
    my fragments ready to fall apart with a shiver.

    I crack, then snap and then fracture,
    I break more than I can heal,
    I'm stoked for the pain,
    I'll kneel.

    A lone, alone sits the lone,
    His skills of charisma to hone,
    fragments ready to fall apart with a shiver,
    until a soul finds its soul.

    ©thinline_mirakee