Red is the rose
and the polish on my toes

Red is the kiss on my cheek
and my dress– truly chic

Red is also blood
and bodies in the mud

Red is red
Love and dead.

there is a pair
of angel wings
hanging
on a peg in my closet
dust dulls
their snow brilliance
but they are there
as a reminder

i can peel back the sky
and fly away
if i can't take it here
anymore
******* the wings
and jump
******* the wings
with a belly full of pills

most of the time
i don't think of them
but they are still there
old friend
their plush embrace
brushes over my scars
maybe they won't need to
come with me
when i die

A glance across the room
Reveals more secrets than one would think
If I may elaborate
It says that my heart still has hope
Of being repaired
It says that I miss you
And I’m too scared to let you know
It says that I’m still wishing
For another chance

Patches over patches,
That’s what I’m doing,
To this wound you give,

Drowning in this feeling,
Wish this is how deep our love is.