What a land of wonderful
flickers of light, and the
sun passes too quickly.

Caresses upon her cheek
so lovely to feel this now,
belonging,
brushes of luck simply passed on.

Warm welcomes
a simple desire,
fulfilled,
a complex thought
finally dismissed.

Soft laughter and
kind gestures.

What a world,
life celebrated too quickly
hints of shadows,
the sun passes too often,
surrounded.

Loud is a price I'll pay,
for you leave, and it's
all I have.

Does your silence scream?

I dance alone, no melody for me to
recognize,
but I feel you at my fingertips.

I am but a memory,
and a page easily skipped
the girl with the unsure smile and
sea arson eyes.

I remember what you said
this neverending racetrack
just turn right
for left leads you where you want to
go

You say my eyes set fire to the
oceans
I gave it all up to you
and you stole my
warmth, ready,

Am I good enough yet?
The girl has lost both her smile and her eyes
An empty body,
drifting.

I am barely breathing, but
how could you see?
for who are you to sit and speculate

What noise could be made
not just this, I'm sure
who is more serious?

The questions creep,
am I too close for comfort?

I know what you're doing
I see it so clearly now
You really had me there,
believing.

There is no air left for me
Not with you standing there,
but for you,
it's the price I'll pay.
What is this now?

I only feel the pain.

She couldn't have tried like she did
and they couldn't have missed it
so easily.

A pretty simple task,
but too many see too much
and her eyes flicker with what she
could know.

She could feel like they wanted
but who would she be,
then?

When found--they stared,
for their creation had fell apart,
not what they
foresaw.

Disconnected,
for what she thought she was,
or perhaps,
who she actually became,
had started to dissolve.

Gazing at herself,
the rise of what could be
withers
and with that her eyes
cloud over once more,
where she loses touch.

Her only want
being seen by others, but
distracted by her own being.

Strong
in what a world
a merry-go-round,
with such lovely company.

A unicorn has no presence here
but who are you to say,
for who are too different to be similar
and dragons without magic,
where are we now?

She met a boy,
but a thought, hazy, hovering

Where has the sky gone?

She met him at the place where
ink turned to ice,
and he clutched her until her skin turned
white.

Ghostly breaths brighten the space
around them,
replacing the music inside him with her voice.

He blinked twice and froze as her saw her escaping.

Blending into the beyond
and she left him, standing,
where the ink turns to ice.

Why should I speak?
For my lips are simply nothing,
but a device for you
to interpret.

And have I seen
a person so divine,
so sweet,
and a heart of stone diamonds come alive?

I have not.

I have seen myself
but the mirror isn't such good
company
not when the pieces cease to
fit

All I've done
that I can yet recall
hasn't seemed so pure.
But you have slaved over your
eyes
for they are now finally
alive.

I cannot welcome the warmth of
anyone,
for I look at fire,
and it appears as ice.

Maybe I can call to you,
just this once,
because you haven't looked into the
fire,
craving more goosebumps.

I still feel the same,
and thats why I left the cotton skies,
for a desert of only green.