Nov 08

Essential Oil 4 Small Dreams

Breath is a catapult
for love

You will break
the glassy heart I keep
you in

You give too much
for people who are vessels for death

Become a breathing boat
between an ocean of unbreathing
bodies

Broken at the smallest
touch

I am not a phrase
Some are
not me

Some things need bigger vessels
dreams
they are not death