somewhere there's a party
you're not invited to
but the little red dress
will gate-crash the venue
desperately trying to cover
more than it reveals
it will have a better time
than ever you can imagine
until disappointment reveals
it clothes a mere mortal
not some Hellenic goddess
a mirage of alcohol
a signal of distress
somewhere there's a party
you shouldn't be invited to
full of danger, anguish
and an end to innocence

“I like smiling in the rain” I say
“Why?” asked the sunny day
“ No one can see my pain”
I say as I sit and smile, my pain dripping off me disguised as this beautifully deadly rain.

when the end comes
if we have an after
promise we will
spend it together

Kiss me in the east
So I can set in the west
To wish sweet dreams
For your eyes every night

All difficulties have been resolved, and life has returned to its natural state of green... yeah, I was just reading the last sentence of a borrowed novel.