2 minute writing exercise - 3:23 AM.

"

I shot lasers through my veins
To crush the war under my skin
That began when you left

That scrap of purple moonlit paper
Was all that remained
Of all we were

Some people dream of outer-space
But the only space I want
Is within the circle of your arm
Where an army of goosebumps rise
Regimental under your touch.

"