I met her at a crossroad;
She offered to come along.
I walked with my hand,
in her hand.
Singing away our melancholic song.
She was there for quite a while
but I knew what was true.
A girl from a world of sunshine,
would get tired of my world,
so blue.
Well, I cannot blame her.
I'm a broken string, anyway.
When bruises speak for themselves,
there is nothing left to say.
So, with a heavy heart
I kissed her on both her eyes.
And she didn't turn to look twice,
after we bid goodbye.
I started on my journey again;
and it didn't take that long.
for came,
another hand to hold.
Singing away our melancholic song.

Come here, my floating feather.
Sit here; at my thigh,
for a while.
And I promise not to move,
or capture you.
Don't be scared, you pretty little thing.
I know, life doesn't treat you well.
Yes, I know. The world is a dark place.
But my love,
I'd be your fireplace wood.
Believe me,
I'd brighten your world.
Wait! Don't fly away yet.
I'm not asking you to be mine.
No, sweet love.
I understand,
that you are a hurricane of fire
and I, only a moth.
Destined to be destroyed.
Come here, my blazing bonfire.
Let me embrace your flame,
while you consume me.
And, even in this last breath
my sweet love,

I smile.

I dreamt last night,
of Carlotta.
That beautiful stranger
I'll never forget.
I traced kisses all along
her neck and shoulders,
and of course,
she smoked her cigarette.
I stared deep into
the still sea in her eyes
And as soon as my mouth
found her lower lip,
She closed her eyes and cried.
My hair let loose on,
either side of her face.
Like heavy curtains
keeping her from the grey.
The intoxicating taste
of her salty skin.
My only breath, she takes away.
I dreamt again,
of Carlotta.
That beautiful stranger
I'll never forget.
And did I mention, she loved another?
I fell in love with someone,
I never met.

I'm always in a state of drown.
I write to catch a breath
and with every passing minute,
I'm losing it.
I'm not amused by the world outside.
I live in my melancholic paradise.
I breathe in a paper carton
filled with gallons of thought.
I cannot breathe; but
I'm breathing.

Ciao, my beautiful Carlotta.
You are so magnificent,
it makes me cry.
Your trembling lips,
like the waves of the ocean.
A purple sun,
setting in your eyes.
Oh, my only star in the sky,
I think I might be in love
with your cropped back hair
and the scent of your skin,
mixed with cigarette.
Come here, sweet Carlotta.
I want to paint every inch of
that honey glazed skin.
I'd drink you up like *****
and maybe won't feel so hollow within.
Would you stay here for a while?
We are running out of time.
Ciao, my beautiful Carlotta.
You're so unforgettable,
it makes me cry.

Beautiful white gown
and her eyes,
they shone like diamonds.
Light blue crystals in her hair.
So beautiful. Oh, so beautiful.
Her skin as dark as copper
luminating blood,
trickling down her lips.
Subtle glorious marks on her arms
from the tied rope,
keeping her to the chair.
Oh, how beautiful
the glittering tears on her cheeks
and reflecting in her eyes,
the light blue crystals in her hair.
I'm so intoxicated
by that perfume,
on the hollow of her neck
and collar bone.
I let her know,
"I remember this fragrance.
from your showers at dawn."
The solace I find,
in the echoes of her scream.
As I draw my knife,
"Shhh, baby it's just a tool."
Her beautiful white gown,
now a vibrant shade of red.
So beautiful.
Oh, so beautiful.

She lived in a world of turquoise.
Her eyes were lined with blue.
Her thoughts,
they were like sunshine.
Laced with golden dew.
Days flew by like summer
and the cigarette ashes on her floor.
Scattered the pages of her art,
by her unlit fireplace
and out through the door.
Her bare feet
in my palms.
So elegant and so cold.
The subtle bruises on her back,
like several stories,
untold.
Familiar melancholy in her smile,
like her then came only few.
After all,
she lived in a world of turquoise.
Her eyes were lined with blue.