And Death knocked at my door and asked if I was ready with my Coffin
"Coffin for what?",I asked
"It will be your roof to save you the rain",Death replied.
Have you come with some morphine?",It was my turn to ask.
"Morphine?", said death in confusion.
Yes,Morphine, I'm not going down without a fight so by the time I hit the canvas you'll need it to soothe the pain
No, I wasn't ready for a fight",Death sighed, guess you'll have to die another day.

Oceans apart
Stitched Hearts
Stars unseen
Emotions intervene

Thoughts ignored
Words never bore
Pictures sent
Modesty bent

Her mind knew
Her blood ran blue
Fears adapted
Soul captive

"Release me!" she cries
Send was never pressed, her heart pries
She fears
To her, he becomes dear
And when he is ready to leave
Nothing in her will be ready to believe.

-fir.m

You call all the girls you mess around with "sunshine,"
but none of them light your dark spaces,
your loneliest places.

I'm there at one in the afternoon
with you and your flat tire
and then at three in the morning
with you and your ******
"i love her's,"
your groggy, slurred words
about a girl from the bar
who you won't remember
and you thank me in the morning
when I bring you water
and all you ever call me
is a friend