february and the roses have
finally stopped flowering

above stormy clouds
the moon scatters like a ghost

i dream of you, of you...

and the night glides peacefully
to rest while i sigh and wait.

the days draw soon
and it seems like
every second i see you now
is worth swallowing my pride
so i let it overwhelm me
and put it on my dress,
on the sleeping hill
where the butterflies i ate
ensembled me as whole.
where the distance kept growing
and the mind kept flowing
telling us there is no such thing
as steering the uncompromising hand on time,
for i never believed
all the greatest ecstasy in life
could exist in one single moment

a piece of art you are
in your worn out sleeves  
and heart shaped eyes
laid out in a bed of cherries
and a field of tulips to share with me
your ocean view windows
that streak the blue sea
and your sheer white pearls
that melt onto me
like chocolate fondue
warm and sweet;
you are the taste, the mouthful
of words that sit on my tongue
get along with your truffle kisses
and your red wine lips
begging for the chateau
to soak in the void
and with a mind shining thought
you traced my back
with the stem of a flower
that went on and on
for the next half hour

Every day, every night,
I wonder if I'm any right.
Every time I think about you,
the world around me seems to be new.
I've been breathing all these years,
not knowing your sweet fragrance in the air.
Your presence is the only thing
that brightens up my day.
And now here I lay,
with a fear of losing you,
when you are not even mine.

I could have told you the things
I've always wanted to tell.
Not that I'm scared to speak, it's just
your answer that doesn't let me sleep.
Because I have a fear of losing you,
when I know that you're not even mine.

Shattered dreams
and frantic streams
Of all my fear letting out screams.
I can no longer control it,  so it seems.

Constant fears,
Falling tears.
And so the darkness cheers.
I'm done with fighting after all these years.

Painful leech,
Satanic speech.
The voices screech
As the preacher began to preach.

All that's good,
And all that should.
Hiden behind a cross of wood.
To reach it, I never could.

They're pulling me back,
And that's a fact.
Hiding behind this hapiness act.
Pinning me down like paper behind a tac.

I'll never be free,
As you can see.
Drowning, I'll always be.
I'll never know why they ever chose me.

So, say "goodbye,"
And don't you cry,
For when I die,
I can finally fly.

Just keep that smile on your face,
Don't ever let it erase,
Just incase.
For when I'm gone, they'll need someone new to chase.