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Roses of glass fall from the skies
As, for you, Heaven weeps and cries
Nobel blood, crimson as dark wine
Drips down your still unbent spine
Your wings of ash, that overcame hate
Now broken and apart, as they were torn by fate
Sleep, sleep sweetheart, and dream of my love
That will always be beside you, when you'll rise above
Lay down, close your eyes, but do not cry
Because in my heart, you'll always be alive
Pillars of stone scratching in clouds of white
May you not be seen as ash, but phoenix bright
Finally raising to the sun and stars, that shine warm light
It has found an end, your everfight
Rest your head, too heavy to lift, in my lap
Close your eyes, close the gap
Now, sweetheart, rest in peace, and don't be afraid
You don't need no more to fight, you can drop your blade
Fall asleep, my sweet angel, that Heaven sent
Leave, go to Elysium, for this is not the end
Fly, and rise to the sun, elevated by this freedoms breeze
Run free, laugh, cry, and find a lasting peace
Nights feel so lonely
I wish I could see you
Talk to you
Pick your mind
Feel your skin against mine
But atlas, we have no time
Little by little
every shard of my work
will disappear from this world
and the time will erase
my existence
.
yet this year I celebrated my birthday
You are a puzzle,
different things piece together to make you,
different verses,
different interests,
different traits,
different desires,
different claims,
different culture,
different race.
If they wish not to understand, do not make them.
You do not have to prove to anyone, but yourself
that you are a beautiful creature, inside and out.
h e a r t b r e a k i n g
In a soundproof room
No one hears it but you
uncontrollably
Sending electricity beneath your jaw
running up to your eyes
You feel the electrifying current
turning into water of agony
Flowing to your face down to your pillow
Until you fall asleep alone with your emotions
Having no one else,
n o  o n e  e l s e.
The scent of his amber skin
Reeled me into his
Red light flame
Anxious to travel
To exotic, mysterious Mars
And fall into his arms
Become his harmonic lover
been trying and failing,
for months,
to befriend the crows
that wake me up every morning;
at the core of my being
I am a cruel person.

ive spent 32 years trying not to be.

brittle steel in cheap cheap oil;
I have no idea how to forge anything.
I have no idea about anything
other than my love for you.

crows cawing at my window.
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