lips of wine
unopened chaos
rests smoothly in your smile
forget not to oppress yourself on me
for i dare not sleep without it
a shattered confidence
weakened by your glory
put beneath the flowers
rotting at your feet
yet i lay here, still
quietly with my sorrow
for one look bathed in light
holds me to the floor
absent from clouded eyes
i see your inner garden
once there blossomed flowers
but now they are choked by thorns
tall grass trampled down
by all that you have traveled
and a once tall tree stands alone
bare and dying too
and the grayness in your somber stare
puts its eye on me