I am something new and without a story
An empty mold
Because the warm sun touched my face
But there's a part missing
Some memories I didn't make
From the time when I should've been there
But I wasn't anywhere at all.

I am not myself
The day is growing darker and
I am not myself

Some bridges are made of glass.
how stupid I was
to place trust in something so fragile....

I know you did nothing wrong,
But it still hurts.

Fingers running, your lips deftly persue
And stray farther from my aching chest
They press, so kindly
Those whispered words.

You speak so softly, dear
But in each touch of your lips
My body feels like running water
And the waves break rhythmically
On the surface of my skin.

maybe sometime later on
i'll remember fondly what it was like
to not yet know love

Intertwined lovers
how the fingers can wander
and what small beautiful things they find
and revel

Now that we are drunk
on the wine of gods,
can we put the bottle down?