Welcome to the dark side of the moon
where angels
**** devils
and the grey morality
of their children
is our main show.

the ebon
  sky was
dark
    tonight,

because....

every time
   that i
think about
      you...

    stars
  
    f
     a
     l
    l

from
  the sky.

She looks like a bad idea I'd like to try for one night.

She looks a danger,
she looks a delight.

Dark bar, long legs, open notebook.

I should have seen
what you were doing.

I'm guessing you wanted
me to kiss you.

I would have let you touch my hair,
but you were calling him
daddy.

Maybe we will cross paths again.

Or maybe not, sadly.

Or you might inspire the best
lesbian romance.

Or maybe,

you were just a chance
encounter.

Your move,
artist with sad eyes.

Your move,
towards me, towards sunrise.

Your move,

mystery girl.

You feel on fire
Electric

You burn
Dark and fast
When you hear my voice

And I
I can’t breathe
When I hear yours
Because you remind me of all the times I sinned
You remind me of the dark me
The worst parts of me are in you
And when I see you, ****, those memories wash over me
Slowly
The flames lick at my body
Teasing
Threatening to destroy me

But I’m naive
You have a way of corrupting me
And all of a sudden
Like magic
My hate for you turns into white hot desire
Burning deep into the night
We’re on fire
Burning together so deliciously
Yet we try
Try so hard to put the flames out with our tears

It’s been so long
And we’ve never succeeded...

the sounds of rain.

  yes, yes indeed-

it can ease any pain.

take my hand and let's embrace this storm.

    twist our bodies tightly and keep each other warm.

serenity,
  
    tranquility upon one's ears.

a time that i can hide my tears.

  puddles beneath my naked feet.

     i dance alone upon the street.

my heavy clothes can't weigh me down.
  
     the deepest puddle I will not drown.

a smile replaces a once had frown.

     i smell and feel the rain all over me.

      my mind in rain....it feels set free.

I remember how
  we began -

     you smiling,
and me...

       falling like rain.

i love her because
  she is frail
yet,
    mighty like a
mooring against
  a hurricane's wind.

i love her because
  she can finish
my spoken
sentences with an
exclamation point
  at the end.

i love her because
  she is beautiful
yet,
   never acts as if
she were.

i love her because
  she's a simple woman so faithful, honest
   and pure.

i love her because
   after church,
she's
  my sauce on
    an autumn's sunday.

i love her because
  she's
the one that i want
  by my side
as the sun fades.

i love her because
  heh...
    they don't make
many of her.

i am her drink,
  and she is -

the straw that stirs.

During the
winter,
the ceramic tile
floor reminded
me of you

During the early
spring,
the dead trees
reminded
me of you

During the summer,
the suffocating
heat reminded
me of you

During the
fall,
its
-warm
-full of life
-breathable
traits,
did not remind
me of you

Hence,
why we're
           through

The completion
of me,
    could never
happen with
        you