Go back to your black-and-white world
Void of color and warmth
And of depth and of passion.
Go ahead and crawl back behind
Pages of guilt and chapters of pain.
Hide your face with the cover
Of the latest Roth novel
And forget that color and fragrence
And feelings and senses
I stare at walls and see her there
A flower-printed love affair
Her azure-striped and plastered hair
Are cracked but perfect, everywhere.
Her skin of beige, it ripples soft
Across my palms when I get lost
I feel her smooth and supple skin
When I can't think and need to sin.
But here is now, and now is then
I'm staring at my walls again
Each one reminds me of the face
Of fallen angels barred from grace.
I see her on my walls.
You had a mind like a diamond
And eyes like the ocean,
Where even the most seasoned sailor
Could get lost.
Why did your waters wane?
Will you or I ever be the same?
What happened to your ocean eyes,
The ebb and flow of moonlit tides
That danced with me along the shore
But now are suddenly no more?
The sea is deadly
To the one whose hand I never held:
Thank you for letting me hold your heart instead, even when I didn't take care of it like it should.
To the one who called me brother and best friend, but never lover:
Thank you for making me part of your family when I didn't have a place to go.
To the one whose trust I shattered:
I'm sorry I took you for granted and hurt you when you made me smile.
To the one whose lips I never kissed:
Thank you for letting me love you
Even though you never loved me back.