Why whisper to the wind the secrets that
– So it may lead its way home.
To ears of strangers at subways and streets?
– To her, a lost soul. Vagabond like her ears.
The moon and stars may intervene. The sun may rise and steal the wind.
– Then the sea will incapsulate the wind. A great wave of emotions flooding prays, that someday it will reach her saccharine-surface skin.
The dawn drowns the bed,
Streaming through the window.
One with the velvet sheets as her lips rested
On soft pillows she lays her pretty head.
Quick,swift and melodramatic
Body like a dead man.
Signs of satisfaction
On her stomach like a Jackson Pollock masterpiece
All was left to dry.
To leave behind
the flowers are not on top of your hair
it grows, it blooms, it wilts
inside of your head
i was ones
that knew where she stood.
it was right next to you.
She thought roses would set her free
But unforgiving thorns changed her mind, You see
The color red deceives;
As blood runs out spilling like thieves.
How many sad songs
Do angels have to listen to
To find their way back home?
i felt comfort when your lips
are attached to mine
sweet serenity i feel
when the taste of your lipstick
latches on my tongue
so i wear them
the pink glossy lipstick you use
on a casual day
just so it seems
that i taste you everyday