it's hard to be light
caressed the sun
across my bare skin
when all i do
is make shadows
with the trees

forgive me
i am afraid of honesty

pale
and white
transparent
like the lace
entwined in my hair
wrapped around
your fingers

'love me'
i say i do
without saying anything
and shadows
fall
on the floral pattern
that you move up from my knees

preceding
your hungry lips

you swear to be
a conisseur
and say that taste
of vanilla
and lilies
are proof alone
of my innocence

how is it possible
Fading Light,
that your words
are honest
to you
and a lie to me

everything
should be free

but i have plants
growing
in an old bird cage

the irony and guilt
doesn't make it okay

tell me again
how easy it is
to pretend to be
the sky
when the rain
keeps coming back
to me