And one cold fall day
The cats come out to play
As the cold wind whips
The cats purr and lick
Roaming through the narrow streets
Meowing cats black and sleek
On top of still cars
Content and undisturbed so far
Running and jumping and whipping their tails
Climbing rails and making trails
A cold breeze nips their noses
As they sniff around for roses
But all that's in the air
Is a cold fall breeze bare
Bitter and freezing
But the cats continue scheming
Unaware of their effect in large numbers
They run out of the way of motors
On that cold fall day
That the cats come out to play

Washed out flame
Never to reignite 
Face to face
Mouth to mouth
Breathe the terror out
I’m overwhelmed by infinite doubts

I forgot my virtue at the door
At least that's the excuse I'll misuse,
They say tattoos cover any bruise
But then again, so does continued drug abuse

Baby, be my "everything that went wrong”
Fatal love songs remind me of my recklessness
I’ve got another Hail-Mary to choke out- it’s the day of genesis
And you’re my only shame but I lack all eloquence

Digging my own grave
In hopes of learning the lesson
I’m five feet deep,
Torn lace is the only mark of my indiscretion 

Silhouettes fake perfection

© 2014 Peach

Love is a greatest feeling,
Love is like a play,
Love is what I feel for you,
Each and every day.
Love is like a smile,
Love is like a song,
Love is a great emotion,
That keeps us going strong.
I love you with my heart,
My body and my soul.
I love the way I keep loving you,
Like a love I can't control,
So remember when your eyes meet mine,
I love you with all my heart,
And I have poured my entire soul into you,
Right from the very start.

I finally found the words, but I found them far too late,
I guess I can't avoid, that cruel, cruel thing called fate.
I've wanted to tell you for longer than I can recall,
But now I've missed my chance, I can't tell you it at all.
So I'll scream into my pillow, scream till my face is blue,
Screaming all the words, I wish I could be whispering to you.
But it's too late, I messed up, missed my chance,
No more future for the two of us, but at least we had that dance.

No matter that birds do fly
That whirl and soar in the sky
No matter that the sea has tide
That rises and falls as on a ride
No matter that storms do so rage
Turning calm to havoc like a page
No matter that animals do so roam
They that do it have no home
No matter that bees go for pollen
To make honey to be reaped by men
All I want is peace in my soul
That's what I really want for me.

You can't love me, since you don't love you. But I love me, so I can't love you.

There's a place between being awake and the dream
it's the space where the devil resides.

I dreamt of a spot by a broken down mill
I dreamt of a hill far away
I dreamt of a man in flowing white robes
a long time ago from today.

In the dreams where it all seems so plausible
and the place where the cause is the probable
there's no profit in chasing the impossible
in the space where the devil resides.

The man stands still by
the broken down mill but the
wheels turn around in his head
in the place between being awake and the dream
there is living,
but mostly it's dead.