I'm tearing apart
And I don't know
What to do
Because when you
Speak more of sorrow
Than of love my heart
Stretches And aches
I fall apart again
At each moment
Thinking of your sadness
Missing the rise from the love
All I know now
Is how much I love you.

Golden calm flows through me as the glittered dragonfly's frame and fairy wings buzz over pooled Monet oil.

Golden shawls envelope
flushing, blending fabrics
which billow 
under the waxen blackbird's
silky braided feathers.
Heaven's vault, a celestial sphere of blue yonder,
a swirling palette of oils
suffusing and dancing,
wrapping their ringlets
into one thousand spirals
which signet shadows onto the 
slender impressions in the sog.
Illuminous, voluminous salmon
bleaches blushing black tissue
to pale primrose promising the cobalt then marrying to aquamarine.
Stained glass fingers barely protruding from aurelian pews.

The coffee cup is stained red
From strawberry chuppa chups and your lipstick, honey.
The salty liquid from its fibres
Evaporates under your fierce breath. Despite this, your voice is thin, ragged
And worn. How has life been treating you?

The tree's knarled,
melted bark dripped down
the warm, burnt umber
in its spokes, dropping mellowed honey as we climbed the branches.
We spoke of sweet things
like the kind frosts creeping into the valleys of misted bloom, as the silver crescents rise higher by day,
entangled by wreathes of smoke.
We spoke of that very oak tree and how it's palsied trunk had witnesses so many fires.
We spoke of love and how (despite the cliche) we can not live without each other. We together will beat on through the charms of the cold thistle.
We dance round the dusky colonnades as the stars shatter around us and the moon's cancerous head rides higher.

Slowly, boy, slowly
You captured my heart
In a blink of an eye, so easily,
You tore it apart

Telling me we'll make it out together
But you still see me no better
And why do you keep saying forever,
When you're out there looking for another?

Tell me, please tell me
How to breathe when i cant
Because maybe
I'm one of the dead.

Took a deep breath, I whisper
           Dont let them get into you
        Show them you can do better
           In every little thing you do.

            Never look down, just up
     Dont be scared to do what's right
           Breathe and never give up
         In the end you'll see the light.

   Dont listen to every words they say
You know yourself better than they do
    When you're down, He'll find way
           Little girl, He loves you.