Everybody  is a story
Every heartbreak is a song
Everybody hides a secret
Every sinner knows his psalms...

I've felt the heartbeat in the flames,
I've seen the iris in the hurricane
But this is poison wrapped in ******,
with a whiskey chaser to numb the pain.

It was as if we dreamed each other
strawberry-creamed each other on the 3rd of July
The nighttime sky cracked and cried all over the mountainside,
on the eve of the fireworks.

The galaxy grinned
and bliss blushed when we kissed,
but now I miss my lips on the nape of your neck,
and the smell of your skin in the candlelight.

I thought I saw a wild rose
growing in a field of clover
I thought I heard a tune in you,
but now that song is over.

...We are birds of different feathers
We are rain dogs in disguise
We are trees in early autumn,
reaching for the dusk-lit skies.