Apr 2017
broken things
and broken wings,
a pitful melody the night we met,
the pure rhythm of a caged heart,
two strings on air my aching debt.
zeros falling from the skies,
a rosey rising,
new delight.
red, not darker than misleading eyes
that fall muted into arms at night.
Chaos baby,
your sweet heart of blue,
no more wishes into shooting stars,
no more ever lasting dreams of two.
and broken wings,
a pitful melody the night we met,
the pure rhythm of a caged heart,
two strings on air my aching debt.
zeros falling from the skies,
a rosey rising,
new delight.
red, not darker than misleading eyes
that fall muted into arms at night.
Chaos baby,
your sweet heart of blue,
no more wishes into shooting stars,
no more ever lasting dreams of two.
