She was the Moon
And he claimed
To be the stars
Living around her

As dark as the night
They're up above
Sparkling their borrowed lights

Keeping each other company
While everything else
Gets too lonely

She may be whole tonight
But sooner she'll be
All torn into pieces

He may be a few now
But he'll be endless
Tomorrow

Never the same
Just like everything else

You won't see them
Come bright skies
But they're holding on together
Behind those blinding lights

I want you to kiss me
Good night
Not goodbye.

To feel your hands
In mine forever
Through all the sorrows
And not just for now
Until tomorrow

To not let the unspoken
Be left behind
As well as me.

We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting

I'll be awake for quite some time, trying to put into words..
             I live
                     and I play
in this selfish game, but I don't know all the rules..
    My soul sleeps while it yearns.
                                      My eyes water though they burn
But still I have a hard time waking..
My wide open mind begs for peace.
                                   Please somebody!!... my soul is shaking...

Little bug, under a starry night,
Little bug, curled up tight.
Don't you worry, Little Bug,
I'll keep you safe in my arms.
Rocking you to sleep, a gentle pink face,
Safe and sound, forever sleeping.
Don't you cry now, Little Bug,
Ignore the world outside.
Father is out there somewhere,
Searching for his way home.
He'll come home again,
Back to you and me.
The world outside is dangerous, Little Bug,
Please don't leave.
We'll both burry Father in the grave,
He didn't return home,
Like we'd thought he would.
Little bug, under a dark, cloudy night,
Standing straight and tight at my side.
I won't let this world take you,
That wants the same end for you,
As Father did.
Little Bug, burried next to Father,
My whole life under the ground.
Little Bug, I'm sorry,
This world did take you from me.
I couldn't keep you safe,
I couldn't hold you tight.
Lie in piece, Little Bug,
Under a clear, night sky.

Rain pours even when the sun is out and the wind is still
The moon shines in its dimmest glow when the sun beams hot and bright over the mountains above...
Cherry blossoms bloom in winter and fall in spring
The day is cold when the night is hot
But that won't stop me from seeing you.

Mental debates of moving on and
Leaving the past, she dreams
Of working things out to make
Them last, she’s all too familiar
With solitude, its wonders,
Its dedication to her companionship

They walk hand in hand
Looking, staring at silhouettes, still vivid
and bright as the day that she first opened
Her eyes to Dalia smirks, truly hurt
She watches in awe
As he carefully places
The pieces to the puzzle of
A black and white field

Strategies flow easily from behind
The dam that is a set of porcelain eyes
Sworn to secrecy only for self fulfillment
Along the checkered floor she explored
Boundaries she had never encountered
He leads her as his pawn of choice

Through torturous escapades against
Rookie creatures and staggering Horsemen
They wane on her chances of successfully
Obtaining the crown of glory
He pushes her forward with a touch
Soft and soothing, no reason
To doubt his reasoning

She gives up the greatest of gifts, trust
In his hands she quietly moves
With no complaints, forward
Out toward a troublesome mine field

With every space she’s placed in
She’s laced with waste traced with her Demise,
he plays the creator,
How humorous it seems
The slightest sense of secure attachment
Provides a false sense of security
The way he touches her persuades
Her he’ll never let her fall

In his embrace she doesn’t see
The smirk of disgust as his face
Twisted, wretched and gruesome
Grins at the only pleasure she provides him
Empty bliss he can only wish to fill
His grasp, once tender and warm
Clenches down on her with splintering pain

With silent screams of despair
She comes closer to her peril
Glimmering crown, in the scope of her sight
The only sense of hope left in her mind
The next move can be her last
With only hopes of a clear road
As he once again guides her

Calm and steady with the kindness
He once displayed when she
Naïvely dreamt of how her life
Truly should become
Her struggles slowly ease away
From the pain she once felt

Never showed it even in the
Biggest battles he lead her through
Now she lay motionless alongside her
Fallen obstacles in complete darkness

Six cold silent walls surround
Her in her slumber until another
Cruel puppeteer falls across
The coffin of demise and despair

Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
The are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.