The rain is not forged
As I would hope your tears would be
Running down your once rosy cheeks
That have been tinted blue
By me

If I were to die tonight
Would you follow me towards the light
Or sit back and laugh in delight
Because this would be the last night

I love her;
The way she tends to straighten my hood
Like when I poke her in the back
And her posture fixes,
Or maybe I poke her in the side nearest to me
And that way she would fall into me
So I could swoop my arm around her back
And maybe she'd do the same,
When we hold hands on our daily walk to the bus
And she realizes my request to do so
Without me touching her hand first,
And when we turn into that alley
To forget about the world behind us
To find a new life in each others lips;

If only she used them to speak.

Stars descend upon the final night
As tears onto the carpet;
You weren't there as either landed.

Escape was all you had dreamt of,
And now, you are free;
From me.

The list of love
That each person has obtained
Does not run as long
As the list I would send
To Santa each December,
Does not run as wide
As the rivers I waded
As a child,
Does not run as deep
As that clod of dirt
That got stuck in my heel,
Does not run as pure
As the Christian roots
With which I started,
Does not run as white
As the granite ball
That sits upon my window sill,
But there has been
One person among each event
That may just fit the list.

I'd rather be asleep
Instead of alive
Because being awake makes me question my life.

I'm slipping through the slush
Another day another crush
Down this mountain, wolves will mush
Until eventually I hit a snag
Tumble down and go to crash
Ending my life before I've lived
Frozen, left out in the wind
Born to die in my same sins
Catching colds from winter chills
Killing time while keeping still
Quick, young life, it was a thrill
Spending time with you

Carve my stiff skin
With sticks of lead
My wounds have bled enough
I'm numb so go ahead
And taint me til I'm dead

Perhaps I shall long stay alone
But for you, my eyes,
Though blind they may be,
Search ever more for the love within
So that perhaps one day I shall no longer be alone

The sun faced
Of a pale paste,
That which reflects
A most sour taste;
The mirror upon my pallet.

It's pretty ****** for me to doubt our love
But
I'm just not sure
Shouldn't it be obvious?
Shouldn't I be able to see her feelings,
Or at least how she feels about me,
Through her words that she tends to never speak.

Tears drop on the black concrete
The most satisfying lack of rhythm
I wonder why it soothes me
Through both the melancholy
And times of stress that come my way

I'm not sure why the tides and I don't compromise
Always drowning me in lies and making me despise my presence
My disguise is endless and the time's relentless
But my eyes are etched like shorelines
Sketched like messed up coal mines
The beauty doesn't shine deep enough
But neither does the reef's rough
Forcing me to be tough against the lapping waves of sea stuff

today is a day of pain

It seems that she is gone,
And I, alone;
Yet my heart shall trek on
As if there may be a possible end
For me.

There's a hair stuck in the window
Burning in front, frozen behind
Like the man that stands on the middle of Venus,
Tempted by both fire and ice
To fix the other,
Suffering endlessly
Because there is no void of either,
No escape from pain when
Both sides are fighting,
Forevermore.

Hearts don't erase,
Like scars on faces
Change from grave to strange
In a matter of days;
They never go away

I know
she doesn't
feel
the same
but the tempo of my heart shifts
from largo to presto
in the matter of seconds
even though my depression's at large
and feeling is hard.

She knows.