we sang of twilight,
of night and her
silver thrones,

the day ricocheted
like a bullet,
a rose blown numb,

the sea was eternities
voice, mascara the
night sky on her lash,

i cried like a bird
floating on the
nearly summer

breeze...
i’m in love with you,
ian.

Behind every tear
There is a story.
Tears of joy and sadness
might lead us to madness.
No need to know why I cry
One day you cry
When and why?
The day you no longer lie.