Poetic warrior

Just like the sun yearns for the moon you and I are connected by spirit but are separated by touch. Close your eyes do you hear that mh hm. Is it your heart beat or is that darkness? Open your eyes tell me do you see me or do you see yourself? Funny the way how memories work. 

Pleasure or pain? Oh do you mean power or control where in this toxic world the only time a homeless person is smiled at is Christmas whilst the rich profits off of the facades that they spread. 

Two empty hearts can never heal an empty soul so put down your sword and gun and give me a hug because darling even a blind girl can tell that you’re hurting inside.