34. Aurora

Auburn nights burnt into cerulean skies;
the Autumn leaves paint a canvas in your eyes /
i / can’t believe / how we must survive -
spilling storms in our sea surrounded hive.

Returning moon in an empty void;
I’ve littered real emotions across a sidewalk
of forgotten devotion / i / can’t believe
how fire has fuelled our burning lives.

Queen of something saccharine sweet,
these papyrus pages deal me a new leaf
/ a feeling that has swept me off my proverbial feet
into the arms of a rapture which i contend to believe.

Returning moon in an empty void;
I’ve littered real emotions in a heart  devoid
/ i blinded you so you’d fall in love with noise /
This cityscape of heartshapes has been destroyed.

The End

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