like flower petals
peppered the peach skin
of her arms and legs
in absolute freedom
faded yellow-brick channels
sloping the crooked river mouth
glazed across the Sun
like a flashlight
engulfed in sheets
the pane of sky shattered
air ignited instantly
and danced around us
two petals of a Flower
It was the witch
Who didn't know magic
Her spells rebound
Struck her heart
Tears, gloom all around,
No where to restart.
It was the ghost
Who knew the way to light
And though he wandered clueless
Without any delight,
Had a heart of a firefly
But no one to rely.
When the dark and the light
Merge with an ease
Of water paints
Where there's melancholy,
There's mutual empathy and love,
There's a new creation of hope,
It's all over above.
Maybe you weren't skinny enough.
Maybe you talked too much.
Maybe you wore too much perfume.
Maybe you were never home on time, were a lousy cook, never made the bed, and liked vodka a little too much.
Maybe you weren't eloquent or quick enough, maybe you didn't have the willpower to stand up for yourself.
Or-did you ever consider-?
Maybe you were too perfect.
I wish I could roll you up in a joint
Lick that dry paper with the wet pad of my tongue
and smoke you all day long
Your words get me high
They are so abrasive masculine and rough
I want more
Not that I'm going to tell you
Being one of the many lovestruck
Is too much for my ego
I am more of a far away observer
Immersed but distant
You're a guilty pleasure and a secret thrill
Not that you'll ever know
Because I'd rather burn far from you
Than turn to ashes in front of your
You see pretty you may be
But you're still just one of the guys
Come to me with tears, my eyes have cried.
Laugh until you hurt, I've been that manic.
Deceive me if you can, I know the lies
we tell ourselves in fear. I will not panic.
Pound my chest in anger, feel my strength;
know I know your pain, yet do not feel it.
Tell me of your breaking heart at length;
words absorbed and heard the salve to heal it.
We together know we can survive;
after all, we'd chosen different roads and
gone our separate ways just to arrive
in time to hold up one another's loads.
You think you weigh me down, yet do not see;
my burden's lighter when you lean on me.