Gargoyle faces, I'd like to be one
In some people I know, I frequently see them.
Gleeful and wicked breaks the skin on their face,
A brief encounter with the gargoyle
Makes adopting a grimace loudly appealing
The only down side, is being wedged to the ceiling

The cold winters touch clawing at the window.
The need for change moves with the seasons, but the idea of you stays evergreen.

Hair flutters, beautiful in the wind.
Her power so tough, it's nearly a sin.
She'll wreck your world when she's feeling stormy.
But today, she's calm, not even a stir.
Waking her up just to look at her.
Eyes like two planets, orbiting my soul.
Wondering if we'd run away,
Would her touch still feel the same?

I left my heart on my sleeve,
and then washed it clean.

The fear of crazy.
Hides in a cloak.
It faces hazy.
Flavourless smoke.

A reaching hand burns to the touch,
Spite the hand, it doesn't mean much.
Yet.

Until it's silent, and the hood is off.
Revealing what you already knew.
Crazy isn't faceless, crazy is me
And crazy is you.

Too happy to write words.
The words of despair.
Sentences that came easy before, now sit in a void.
A void of unfortunate happiness.

The crevasse of heartbreak looms under inches of pleasure.
One last kiss won’t break the ice.
Let’s risk it.

To fall down to the depths of darkness.
Only to be rescued.
Once more.
By you.

The wind as cold as memory.

The sun fleeing to it's grave.

Onlookers smile at it's ******.

It's all they crave.

Change.