In a city full of tall buildings and unspeakable views,
breathtaking unknowns and unfamiliar faces,
there are those sitting on window sills
chugging bottles of brew,
leaving cigarette traces

She spends her days in a haze,
sharing little laughs that make her ribs ache,
all in attempt to erase you
It's only then she sees,
an imprint on the
soul is the kind of
stain that can't be
scrubbed

If I could, I'd grab hold of all the memories and feelings I have for you out of my soul and throw them into the night sky and as a result, they'd fill the galaxy with more stars - a beauty only to be gazed upon, but not felt. What kind of love doesn't hurt so bad? It’s far from a heartache; my whole body trembles and shivers at the cold winds of missing you.

The first love;
so deep the ocean filled with envy.
Its vastness and mystery had me venture off so fathomless,
there was no point of return.
A love so vast,
the tides couldn't pull me back to the shores of normality.
Yet, the deeper I swam in the sea of utopia,
the stronger the storm rode in,
tossing me back to a solitary world of black and white.
The rough landing - leaving scrapes on my wrists and gashes in my chest.
Back to black and white -
the simple reality that love compels you so far deep into bliss,
you'll never see the storm’s rage from afar.
That first love is casted deep into oblivion,
and sinks quickly to the bottomless abyss,
only to reel me back into the absoluteness that
you were never ready to sink with me.

Once the sun decided to stay awhile,
the locks melted away,
and no longer would I crave you —
face pushed between the bars.

You held me for the first time,
no restrictions between you and me.
And I dug my face in your embrace,
in order to find your heart.

The gates swung wide as we danced,
under the sun, under the stars,
and time was non-existent.
Were there really ever bars?

Traveling through time,
you finally looked at the clock.
The season ended, the bars re-locked.

I long for you for eternity it seems.
Forever I wait at the gates,
in hopes for your return.