Good morning Darling..
He says
as She opens her eyes
a new day arises
yet she still feels the same inside...
she smiles
only to hide the pain
her heart tainted by lust..
she grips her chest
overwhelmed with guilt
she crys..
she doesn't know why she feels the way she does
maybe she just thinks to much
she trys to escape
clouds her mind
with a sweet embrace
but..it won't go away
she goes back to sleep
praying she would stay that way
as she dreams
It seems twice as worse
her fantasys..come alive
and as she sinks into the bliss
he says
good morning darling.

Blonde rain falls around me,
Slipping too quickly over shattered skin;
Too fast for me to recall
The gleaming highlights of your hair.

Blue grey clouds flit past,
Hovering just above broken, outstretched hands;
Too high for me to catch their colour,
And remember how your gaze felt.

Cables **** in syncopated moves,
But even they cannot replicate the way you walked;
Too jerky, too smooth,
For the way you breezed straight past me.

In the stars lies every phase of your smile,
Too scattered to resemble constellations;
Every incandescent light, a ill remembered image
Of the way you saw my soul.

You are nowhere to be found,
Yet you are every place I run to,
Every place I hide;
Seeping unnoticed into my skin,
Until, once again, I am flooded
With flashes of a life
That I will never again touch;

You are always around,
And
I wish I could forget.

And with my wide eyes
I've seen a tarnished world

Its people, lack luster,
bearing too heavy burdens

This world, oh this world
so bruised and battered

I weep, I cry, I mourn
No change. It can't be fixed

No matter how many tears are shed
It will never end

Forever scarred this world is
Hurting it will always be.

Betray me not
with silken thread
lest I die
upon your bed.

Do not let
thine legs grow still
to merely catch
what you must ****.

Oh the sorrow
that beseech mine eye
to see the beauty
and know it's lie.

How did this happen?

We used to be so close,

Now were on the verge of the end.

You feel more like a ghost,

Than the girl you used to be.

We are the same person,

But too much of a good thing

Is just that, too much

Its hard to say goodbye,

But the timing is all off.

This may not be the end,

But were doing this all wrong