When the moonlight filters through,
when even your shadow sleeps,
I pray your dream's script not go awry,
that your sleep is without frightful terror,
for I will lay waste all your demons,
load your burdens on my back,
and face all that you fear,
until you wake from your slumber,
and I softly whisper in your ear,
Let me write?
For a flake of admiration?
I am quotes of Poe and Twain all intertwined into a mumble;
A greedy plagiarist
of derangement and jumble.
I taste honey on your lips
the sweet, saccharine of your joy
and I melt into them like caramel -
biting down onto your candy-coated kiss.
my eyes gaze into your gilded orbs,
dripping with confectionery...
but you look past me like cellophane
and onto the girl who
drinks her tea with
Last night I danced with a lady in white.
Her eyes a chalky blue sight with lips bleeding red as coral.
She waltzed away my morals and we turned in quarrels,
but she still took the lead so skillfully.
Her smirk was arrogant, apparent, and I loved every inch of it.
My feet began to fumble, my body began to stumble and my eyelids grew heavy
my voice was but a mumble as she tuned me in so sweetly
She catches me and I hold her, but her body falls through my fingers like sand,
yet I am swimming in her, sinking in her and I don't want anyone to save me from her.
Save Me From Her!
For she is a Devil in disguise,
a Siren on the rise,
the lows and my God, the Highs
of my Lady in White
I bet the stars gossip with the moon about me,
"Oh, how she tosses and turns,
how she pines and yearns,
for what may never be -
What a hopeless fool,
an impractical tool,
deserving of her misery."
You take a single glance my way and
my breath is lost with the wind -
I'm dying for you to catch it and
kiss it feverishly back into my gasping lungs
for I cannot live without your breath
of fresh air.
You gaze at me with half-lidded eyes,
stoic, bored, indifferent,
so frigid that my lips tremble at the sight
and turn blue to the touch.