midnight pretenders
roam the black streets
tiny puffs of gray
coming from their lips
disappears into the cold air
their eyes are melancholy
and hopelessly vulnerable
to the watching stars
the burning embers
in their cigarettes
start to fade and dim
they began to run away
desperately, urgently
from the wretched
condemnation of time
they began to weep
violently, pitifully
as they suddenly realized
that night will only stay
in their forlorn dreams

desire pulses from my fingertips
slowly finding its way down my spine
the rays of a luminating sun above me
leaps and dances upon my poised hand
that inches forward to the menacing thorns
protruding from the sweet illusion of roses

roses, they are just so wicked yet lovely
its sweet enthralling scent draws you in
and you are inevitably its prisoner
reveling in the suffering and torment
but this quiet misery means nothing
for my fingertips will continue their lusting
to experience the true pain of beauty

another rainy day
you stare at the droplets on your open window
the colors of the sky are washed away
but you don’t really mind how
it is quiet enough to hear your own sighs
as the clock’s ticking goes by
the strawberry milk tastes sickly sweet
honeyed bread crumbs on your lips still
faint laughter from the black and white film
playing on your small tv
the coffee-stained pages of your book
flutter against your boyish fingers
but it feels good
the wind gently plays with your messy hair
whispers against the curves of your face
you smile and ask the clouds to linger
for another rainy day

late night thoughts
of only you
stuck on my mind
missing your hands
the way they feel
rough, calloused
yet very gentle
lingering with fondness
your diamond eyes
overflowing with laughter
promises of freedom
sweetly enticing me

you might be sleeping
but imagine just
the two of us
on a moonless night
watching stars
dance to our songs
holding each other
nice and tight
sounds like a dream
but i do really wish
you were here
right next to me