Creatrix Poem by Drake Kinkaid

Focus stranded on the island her face forms
a magnetic pull eliminating each thought that crawls through my one tracked mind
she's unable to find this thought so devine
both feeling the desparation held back from our unbreechable walls
those a mile to tall
so we hold each glance that we uneasily throw
just from this view I begin to infinitely grow
unwillingly show
so do we need to use words for you to clearly know
just one more step befor we're mending these souls
then we assend from out of this hole