I eat so much fruit
These days. I've become
Addicted.

I sometimes go outside just
To taste the fresh breeze. Summer
Is almost over;  

Soon there'll be a threat of
Snow on the air at night.
So swiftly they go, the winter-

Less months. I will wake up
In the dark. Ice crystals on my
Bedroom

Window. I can make a print
Of my palm in them every
Morning, then.

Taste pure winter. Taste
Her on my fingers. My coldest
Lover.

For my nimble fingers sting,
Yet it is not written in the music.
I must play as if I were Mozart!
I wish to play as Morgan.
A forever battle of who to be.
A blend I suppose.
They use words like double bar and chord,
For I have not the faintest idea what they mean.
As tears well in the corners of the eye,
They do not flow.
Because the only flow,
Is the rhythm of my bow.

Everytime we touched,
I felt a spark.
Eventually it grew to a flame
That destroyed me slowly.

My mind tells me I'm fine,                            
my memory gets worse with time.

My body tells me I'm fine                           
my health gets worse with time.

My soul is tired but I'm young                     
I guess I'm fine.

I will one day die,                                            
only to realize I was never fine.

I was never okay,                                            
It was all a lie.

RED
Singing in the car
Windows rolled down
Guy rolls window down
I look at him and sing
He smiles
GREEN**
We go on
And I keep singing