Salient eyes' silent whispers,

Beneath a violet veil.

My rotten masts are hiding beneath,

The flow of my windswept sail.

Wilted daisies and ****** feet,

All for the sake of the trail.

To scratch the ground and make a mark

Only for dust-caked nails.

I seem alright. I’ve got it together,

Unintended portrayal.

My outsides have become dried and pale
From the burnings hands stemming from insincere arms.
They had promises of lovely embrace
Flowing through outstanding veins.
Blood that burns through your flesh to the surface
Stroking mine with corrosive caresses.
It's tingle transforms to dolorous, to burn.
It scars me yellow.
My insides are green still, but

Brazing endures.

The moon is a flower to bloom in the dark
No a tree.
With leaves unfaithful,
With clouds of bark
Though, the imperious hands of the winds
Steal them away
These green petals shine brightly?
No,
They are dimmed
In the shadow cast by the flower eye
Which flourishes still in a way
The envious and scathing petals can never fare.
The moon and the night have a romance,
Not easily tampered with by the simple leaf.

Ignore the rain.
Ignore the bright rain clouds rolling
over blue skies
Becoming grey, veiled, crying.
In front of your eyes,
Clouds, they're there for your finding.
But you can't feel it; the icy drops winding
Down your neck, your cheeks
Running though your weary hair
Your spine falls numb,
White clouds, and skin fair.
Darling, don't pretend you can't hear me.
Like salty tears, summer rain runs
like a mistake on canvas
Your silence in my ears. C'est te chante, un sonnet comme,
Like the blue skies peeking,
Windy rain whistling, me quietly speaking
Where have you been my blue sky?

My heart is upside down and cracked but I'm the sweet soil

Creases and cracks cradle seeds naive, new, they coil

From, come vines and leaves of bracken, shackles, intertwine

My lips in silent sighs, petals fall prudently as my budding words vine

I am soil, embraced in the roots creative, loving and kind

My flowers, not alike except in name.

Some feel and smell like home and the smiles. Some feel and smell of home, melancholy, and denial.

I'm both erosive and endearing. And both longing for home and fearing.

My adolescence is gone. It fell through the cracks of this screen.

I'm home alone and searching. I want to find you, words with meaning.

What if I don't find you, or your historical connotation;

Your connection, and your real-life citations.

I needed you. I studied you. Not quite memorized, but I read you every day.

I am not conceited, just yearning to read what the letters from my past have to say.

Please come back. My heart will be missing until your return.

Please come back.