this is a darling,
to a note for self.

this marching against reflections,
might echo through the windows.

on the edge of an apron,
border above,
hands bleed out the natron,
of thee, flies a dove.

a candlelight’s beam,
a trapdoor below,
the words to one seem,
for other to know.

soft natron in voice,
the labyrinth backstage,
out heart peaks a choice,
trapped in a black cage.

hearts bleed out to tears,
such glory they’ve seen,
eyes brighten of flares,
thee treasure, so keen.

a bow of the taking,
brown feathers as prop,
out wings lads were aiding,
necks tied with a strop.

very archaic, petrified,
hiding in the dark of night.

in the alleys made of stone,
wrapped in coat, her mother sewn.

threw a glance at a shadow cold,
a man with a lighter, looking bold.

arching under thousands stars,
she watched people walk on by.

he stepped forward,
took her grip,
made her enter in his Jeep.

driven her back to his house,
introduced him to his spouse.

she laid in bed, with pink sheets paired,
in a room she and her brother shared.

she had no reason to be scared,
her family had really cared.

the clouds are at war,
with weapons of fear.
billowing with hate,
daunting everyone near.

the clouds were at war,
making schemes in the sky.
what's left of them now,
cries drops that stay dry.

can you hear my non-living ocean,
can you smell it’s scent of red roses.

the birds singing above,
can you feel the sun’s warmth.

a drowning drop of sun,
drowning in silky silence of waves,
making its way to hidden beneath.

can you hear my non-living ocean,
my drop of love in your hand.

save me bubble baths,
pink bubbles in my chest.

steps soon may cross our paths,
paper guns and inquest.

pools of honey in your eyes,
my sweet, unheard of cries.

slightly broken ribs and pains,
back butterflies ******* in chains.

please, love my echoed kiss,
kiss my nearly drowned reflection.

wrap me in an endless bliss,
then let me out of your ‘protection’.

amount of happiness i’ve stolen,
your words i’ve twisted in my likes.

my soul completely swollen,
lost track of myself, moueix.

might know soon, soon, myself i’ll find
in someone new’s affection,

but that another, never will be more,
than a reminder of your deflection.

moueix, a word i used just to describe, me,
my love for you/him/he.

kiss my pouring sun,
its drops dripping from my eyes.

the silver glitter on my cheeks,
soft touches from last night.

the fingerprints are fading,
with every tear of sun i drop.

my lashes softly melting,
tired eyes burning out the sun.

remembering the voices,
tickling my glitter, diamond lips.

my slowly burning cells of skin,
forgetting the silk in veins.

pathetic kisses, now of dust,
disappear into sun’s fallen echoes.