Dreams For The Collective

Adrenaline

Asplat are made with clouds and stars

A star absurd my blood tends,

Although it gives me blisters

You are literature, a piece of asteroids

Adrenaline rush tingle my senses

Clueless about the scenes

Behind the wilted blushes,

While skies peaks of darkness

You are my redemption of pain I takes, where the wolves hierarchy dwells

It's the type of love we crave for ourselves

With those words you left me speechless

Out of words you leave me breathless

Tinted with blood and ash

Painful resonance of being crash

Crying for the love he won't ever touch

Turned that fear into adrenaline rush

The skies are at its peak of darkness

While reading his poems, I was reminded of our school field trip. He was one of my group mates at the time. I remember, I told him "Every time we met, I always felt a rush of adrenaline, even when I was tired, I feel the hype because of you," After then he smiled and took my hand in his. While I think back on our times together. I just have the impression that I'm lost. I'm missing him. I want to take him in my arms. I'd like to have his hugs and kisses. But it's only wants because he's no longer there.