This was first lenghty poem ever, I am very proud of this piece. I hope you guys like it. I'm not sure if it will format the same way on my computer but we'll see. 



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This Is Not The End



She is



	tangerine skies the day after rain

	eveloping his mind in wonder

	Tangerine



He is 



	a piece of fresh peel

	flaked and torn from his mother

	singing Tangerine



They



	float in tangerine heavens,	

	filled with images of China,

	and the sounds of Jefferson Airplane.



	sing to “Somebody to Love”

	as it encases their hearts 

	and implants self-security.



	know in their minds

	everything is perfect

	though her bruises only multiply

	and he can’t begin to save her.





	drift off though haunted

	by the music of the night

	and the memories of Suzanne.

	

	fumble in the dark,

	the burgendy flames flickering only sometimes 

	in their induced darkness.

	

	serenade in the shower replaying their lines of love, 

	afraid the gloom will be their only savoir.



	know they can’t live like this forever

	threads of life cut each time the blood runs free

	

	see crimson and flesh only,

	where he tears his skin implusively

	silver metal frigid against his raw skin



	think they’re alone in madness

	watching as the sirens run away 

	with loved ones



They



	are so sure this is not the end







She is



	crying in the rain

	trembling with memories

	of when stars were braided in her hair



He is



	raining down forgetfullness

	colored by crimson rivers

	that run down his cheek



She is 



	dousing away bitter yesterdays

	while orphaned fingers, aching with yearning

	seek her impoverished heart



He is 



	clad in crucified reveries

	etched into his calloused skin

	with dark, forgiving ink



They



	are still in love

	though they fall out every day

	

	live in lice

	though royalty they are



She is



	his consort

	

					and



He is 



	her sovereign 



					and



They



	are so sure this is not the end