Poems from Arcade.Soul
There is a collection of souls that dance to the drums of heart beats
These heart beats belong to the slain, to the bodies they once called...
It draws them like a bee to a flower.Its keeps them interested.It holds a rhythmA heart beatHarder than thunderBrighter than...
Knock knock who is there?
A choice.
A choice who?
A choice to love or a choice to hate.
They say the grass is greener on the other...
We both sit here,looking through each other.
A transparent understanding.
A reason your demanding.
Only daggers I'm handing.
Out of...
The swing of your hips.
The gloss on your lips.
Your back holds a dip.
The way you hold your head, nose in the air.
Running your...