Feelings left reeling by simple words peeling
Back the cracked and dried scab of love's lack.

Yes I’m doing well.
But I miss you like a cave misses the sun.
I wish I had the courage to tell you.

The wisdom of age is caged
By rage
By pages staged in cultural serfdom.

The youthful burnt by truth's
Supernova
Of time and its rotten fruit,
wisdom, hah

So you find me between
The rage and the explosion.
Gritting teeth beneath pain's expressed grief.

Even if eyes fall
On warm and soft
Smiles

Even if fingers grip
The warm and soft
Skin

Even if words heard
Are warm and soft
Spoken

I’ll still slight the stone
For seeing only you
For feeling nothing after you
For hearing the end.
That cold and hard
Lump.
I’ll still slight that stone.

She was the night,
The pitch black beauty of it all
Enigmatic in her form,
If you looked close enough you could see
The stars twinkling in her eyes
So breathtaking you'd lose sight of yourself in it all
She was the night sky
That stretched a boundless boundary beyond
She was the moon
That shined bright, pale and blue
The moment you laid eyes on it,
You'd wish it'd stayed with you
Even beyond the break of dawn
So calm and serene the night she is.