Beauty was her name
But deceiving
Were her looks,

Written on the seams
Of her well ironed dress,
Popping from the shine
Of her blood spattered
Lipstick

If I were a fool
Then they would call me a genius -
But because I knew her
I am nothing
But broken

A dream half dreamed is
A life half lived

If words were your dress
then I'd be a king,
sinking in your dazzling brilliance
as people came to look
and ponder
over what you just
said

It's hard being someone
and even harder
being you

I've heard that the eyes never lie.
I hope that isn't true.

For every time you watch her walk by,
My eyes are drawn to you.

On this moonless night
I sit among the crickets
Shrouded in music