Turquoise little pills
For the sleep that I miss.

Find me staring at the edge
That has once met my wrist.

I am feeble when alone,
But never found the warmth of
Others.
Say I'm running from my past or
Simply hiding from my mother.

Everything I say
Always contradicts my actions.

How could I never care when my
Lungs are full of passion?

Deplete me of the madness,
I'm so sick of seeing ghosts.
It has almost been a year.
Why do I still hear Rose?

People fail to understand,
So they flee so swiftly.

Just take my heart slow and
Break that **** so quickly.

Walking through the hood.
What is left for me here?

I'm just living and I'm loving.
In a battle with my fears.

Most vulnerable under sheets,
**** as the Winter sky.
Sometimes I am bold,
Other times I am cold and
Trembling,
Especially with these images of
You.

Have you ever felt the
Breeze of risk and infatuation
All at once?
It's something that can really
Toss around your hair and
Caress your face.

Too bad I am not
Infatuated.

I am just skating on the very
Thin ice of
Love and trouble.
This love can be troubling,
Am I wrong?
Not use to being fed what I
Want, rarely what I ever
Need.

It's definitely not a sin to
Sip from this pond of
Passion and trust and
Loyalty...
It's a personal sin to
Deny
What you want. What you
Need.

I got what you want,
And you know what I need.

You were a star
        That was plain
                To see.
                    But
He never caught
                 Sight
Of you shooting
              Across his skies.