To My Soulmates
To my soulmates old and new, my spark of life runs rampant within you.
Stale cigarettes, whiskey bottles, music everywhere and that led me to clean, fresh air.
I breathed. Deep. Organic Atmosphere. Bathing in whistling winds, crisp, cathartic peace.
A kiss was layed upon my crimson lips. Lips that wrapped so delicately, enigmatically.
I was elegantly devoured, blissfully enamoured, tragically convicted to parasidic tendencies.
Expectations smothers and walls you in.
Break free and be