The sun has set
the stars now shine
the night darkens
and the cold surrounds us
my eyes grow tired
and my mind becomes weary

but still I think of You

Would it make any difference
if I stood in a field of clover
beneath a velvet sky
studded with stars
that glowed with delight
and swayed to the music
of the rhythms of the night?

Would you believe
that this magik
was made for you and I?

In the quietest moments of the earth
when there was nothing
and I truly believed there was nothing
I found you

In the loudest moments of my heart
when there was no one to listen but me
and my screams echoed unheard
I found you

In my endless search for good,
bound within human flaws
my scars, my obscenities,
my deep dark hidden corners
I found you

When I saw myself
In a light among shadows
In a rose among thorns
In a smile among scowls,
I saw who I wanted to be
and I found you

A long tear streamed down the face of the once proud arrogant prince
He who had all the answers in his youth has since aged and the stage he finds himself at is
Packed with riddles that leave his thoughts crippled by simple questions like
When was the last time you were happy
Sounds kind of sappy but the gravity of the question
Created a sort of hesitation in his thought process
That left him confounded, dumbfounded
Drowning in the recess of his own ****** analytic mess

His girl
The worst feeling in the world,
Is watching him fall in love.
You see his tweets about his girl,
And the weight in your gut gets heavier,
As the dead butterflies sink to the bottom.
You'd think with all the tears you've cried,
You'd have started feeling lighter by now.
You see what he posts about miss perfect,
And you pray to GOD she's really worth it.
And you know that you had your chances,
And you know that you watched them go.
But that was back when you didn't know.
He changed his picture, it's not of you,
And you just know that he's changed too.
You can't do anything without remembering.
You forget and check your twitter again,
And you just see his tweets about his girl.
And it kills you to realize, that you're not,
His girl.

Searched for razor sharp teeth
To tear at my benevolent heart
But my monster
Never hid under my bed
Or rested in my head
His disguise was a smile
Stitched
To perfection

Searched for the man in a mask
To raid me
But he never stole anything tangible
Or that could be replaced
His camaflouge skin was
Stretched over
Empty bones

I searched for signs
Yellow like the sun
Caution
But my assailant
Looks just like
*You and I

I met myself one evening,
It was a chance encounter –
Like the chilled meeting of
A ghost from your darker past.

I stayed awhile –
Staring at me – while I stared back.
Neither me knew which to say –
Each the others misery company.

After time the ghostly figure asked aloud
“What is wrong with you?”
All that mine self could reply –
“What is right with  us?”

Questions which neither can deny,
Answers naught can create.