Love sold on every corner
While the dim city lights flicker
Damp empty corridors
Where faceless people come and go

Ominous wails of forgotten love
To ones self, or another
Fake memoirs being written
Lost, but not afraid

The soil in the garden,
Pink-colored plastic flamingos
Rusty, and damp backyard
We've planted orchids, remember?
Everything is a palace

Every palace endures solitude
But I am no palace
An apparition,
The maiden I see at night
The roofs are crying

Your memories are still here,
And your clothes, always dusted off your favorite
Your lavander dress, paired with your yellows
Dancing in the meadow
I never liked dancing alone

You're like the coffee that I drink while I'm half a sleep

warm,

bitter,

and sweet.

I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart. This bluebird is caged and wants to be freed.

I cherish halls, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a sorrowful love. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a sorrowful love.

My feelings for you intensified as I talk to you. When we laid and shared our stories underneath the moonlight, I knew it.

You have eyes like graceful peaches and the most true lips I've ever seen. Your hair, black as tar- and your smile as precious as pink sapphires- always makes my day, my weeks.

You're so special with your laugh. The way you handle your self shows great patience and curiosity.

I know that to you I'm just a blue wanderer but I think we could be happy together, crying like two happy birds.

I don't know everything about her
but i would love to

she doesn't eat a lot, but she likes sweets

Blueberries and brownies,

watching movies

She likes beautiful photographs
But I think she's the most beautiful when she
Takes a picture of herself
She cries, but she makes people laugh
She's every bit of perfect
And every bit of crazy,
I hate it when she's sad
But I know she'll probably shake it off
She's every bit of the things i hope i would like,
And i've learned to like it as i talk to her

Can i waste all your time?
Like walking to empty sidewalks
Or doing the things you hate doing alone
Or even if you have nothing to say
If you think you're not pretty at the end of the day,

I'll still think you're the prettiest
because you are you,
You beautifully untamed you,
Your colors are too bright for me,
But i've always loved the sun when it's true

Should I smoke for fun
Or for an ounce of nicotine
Measley dopamine
Should I devote it to the God of death
Will he come with pain,
Or will he let me enjoy this epiphany?

Simpler is the night
When all thoughts are in despair-
Everyone is sullen,
But not your soul.