Desired truth, there isn't a use
Broken at the seams, too much to believe
Darling eyes deceiving me
Torn up compassion, no point of lasting
Stolen bodies; empty souls
All lies, hoax’s behold
Weeping willows, dreary fingers through toes
Lonely steps crossed at the known
What is unseen is yet to be told
Shouts of matter, never so pointless
Oh so sought-less
Separate bones, ripped to stone
Alone alliance, two way known
Whisper faith of bleeding nights
Open hopeless, helpless shown
Nobody is everybody, no new tone
Once said, never forgotten
Cracked dead, fearless so lost
Gone along the way
Fallen down in the death sway

An Oxymoron making sense.
A criminal with no offense.
A slamming door shutting soft.
A hatless man, politely doffed.
A heart that's pieces stayed together.
A sad somebody's moment of blither.
Even at the darkest dawn.
Something in us carries on.
Life the way it truly is.
Not to pretend its full of bliss.
Little moments come and go.
Reminding what we already know.
Life is short sometimes sweet.
In the little happy, joyful moments,
Life is the treat.

Red.
The color of love,
it's said.
Red.
On the head,
Of an Irish thorough-bred.
Red.
Sinking ships,
Painted brightly on young girls' lips.
Red,
I'm led,
Where leaves in your color,
Scatter a creek bed.
Red.
Can't I wear you when I'm wed?
You say much more than the white gown,
I dread.
Red.
The petals on my bed.
The passion.
The love.
The words unsaid.

So young.
So eager to love.
So eager to be.
So eager to jump off and fly,
like a dove.

Don't go so fast.
No, stay right there.
Don't give your heart to someone
Who won't care.

The make-up you wear.
The way you fix your hair.
I still see the little girl in there.

Your eyes are alive.
They scream and fight.
But in the silence,
They're calm and bright.

I now know
that this experience,
in the howling wind and blinding snow,
Is exactly what I was looking for in life.
But it feels empty,
it's just not the same
when I'm trudging on alone.
I want to share this with someone one.
The exhaustion,
the cold,
the feeling of exhilarating glee.
That feeling
that my life does not belong to me.
I want to get inside,
and take a shower,
drink some tea,
and watch movie for hours.
Bust it's just not the same,
when you do it alone,
because you can lose yourself in thought
and the pain just grows.
So if I ever ask to take a walk
in that howling wind and blinding snow.
Take a second,
give it some thought.
It's my way of saying I care,
you know.