Have to out wait time
to get over this one
all the stars in the sky will be dark
life will have come and gone to oblivion
while my tears fall
replacing seas with sorrow
peaks with hollows
eroding stone as I suffer alone
through unending tomorrows

I want to be painted onto the canvas of your future
and carved into the floorboards of your past
my love for you is deeper than the Atlantic
and I am the tide
constantly returning to your shore line
no matter how many times I'm turned away.
I once asked my mother
what the most tragic love story was
and she said it was the story of the moon and the sun
Cursed to live apart for eternity
only meeting briefly
at dusk
but with that
comes the beauty of the sunset
and these bruises
they are proof that the color spectrum
Does not hold enough reds and blues
to paint my endless sea of love
On to the canvas of your future

A white blanket of frost laid down, to soon
Last day we were plucking peaches from trees
It came like a lurking black wolf, full moon
The shade of pale spreads like wild fire, high breeze.
Inside we are cozy with heat, now safe
Watching the flames rise up scaring the night
High winds blow hard, a knock come to, I strafe
Not to go out the doors, white hazeful bite.
Tis the time of the white dragon, up high
Breathing frost down to all people chosen
We cannot wait for this to end, stand bye
Arctic waves of bright blue have been frozen.
A rough season, white heat given away,
Yet in the midst there goes a white Blue Jay.

My heavy weighted eye lids crack open,
my mind retreats from a far away place.
Dazing at the white canvas above me,
I lie motionless.
The day I first saw her,

I blink.

Our first kiss,

Two blinks.


The day she said I Love You,

Three.

Her eyes filled with torment, a scorching flame trickles down her cheek.

I am no longer motionless.
I inhale the shrapnel of my poisoned mind.
This makes the world much more beautiful I say, knowing someday you will never see it.
I exhale.

Kiss,

hug,

touch,

feel.

Nothing more than ink blotched on a peice of paper.
Blow it all away I said, for your troubles are far worse than mine. You think you are hurt?
You think you can sleep at night without dancing with the shadows of the past?
I can't, for that is I.

Look at lust directly in its eyes, look at love without any lies.
You are nothing more than a passing wind,
I was everything, why does it feel like I sinned?
But all is lossed in the morning, a shame there wasnt a warning.
The sun shining high,
There is one thing I can do, and that is say goodbye.

A contorsion of anxiety slithers down my throat,
as I struggle to swallow the acidic memories.
A luscious kiss of endlessness
waiting in the warm, limpid sun.
Only to be lacerated by defiance.

It was nothing short of a blissful
purging explosion, tiny coloured
emotions bursting into the air after
every smile. The sparks igniting into a
flame of curiosity, slowly destroying
the dark shadows of the past. To
inhale the intoxicating dreams that
came with the cold night sky, it was
forever cemented in my mind.