Death is the only little pleasure
Left in this sullen world
For all things have their own
attempt at death.

Sometimes I wonder,
Is it the things that I do?
The things that I say,
am I too much for you?
I start to doubt myself,
I fill up with dread,
its got to be me,
something that I said?
I wrack my mind,
to try and find,
the moment we lost it,
what was left behind?
It started so well,
Both in high spirits,
but one little thing
and it all goes amiss!
I want to fix it,
But I don't know how.
We are both so stubborn,
it's gunna' end in a row!
So we both ignore it,
let's let it stew!!
But I don't want another argument,
Between me and you!
Let's pick up tomorrow
Where we left off,
Let's clean up the table
Let's rip out the cloth.
Let's talk of the things,
We've both said and done,
Let's discuss the bad things,
Let's remember the fun!
Try not to focus,
On all that is bad,
On on all of the anger,
And all of the sad!.
Let's look at the good things
And where we both are,
On all that we've worked through
The healing of scars!
Let's try to remember,
That we both want what's best,
So let's focus on the good times,
Put aside all the rest.
You know that I care for you,
Maybe a little more than I should?
But you know what,
I wouldn't change it,
Even if I knew that I could.
Because I really like you,
And I'm scared to let go,
Of all that you've taught me,
Of what I now know,
So please don't just give up
On what we've become,
I know we're both loaded
And good with a gun!
Of course I mean this metaphorically
And speak of the tongue,
But still your words wound like a gunshot,
And they make me feel numb.
I just hope we can work through this,
I need you too know that I care,
To know that I need you now.
And for you, i will always be there.

Cigarette marks on the edge of the chair,
The thickness of smoke is gone.
Discussing how life sometimes isn't fair,
Four eyes and two souls make a bond.

Birds in the background are singing their songs,
Slowly but surely they fly.
They get darker and darker, a smoker's lungs,
"It's fine" as I tell myself lies.

Plans get bigger and dreams always shrink,
With time we all learn to let go.
Life speeds up, we have no time to think,
Only stop for a roll of tobacco.

The balcony's edge is this deep orange-red,
Soon the evening will dye the sky blue.
Our hands are now ashy, the sun has just set,
The cigarette's fragrance reminds me of you.

Your voice is my favorite sound.
Every day, I listen effortlessly.
Every single word.
From early morning
Every late night.
I am in constant bliss.
The most beautiful sound coming from your lips.
From the most private of conversations
To the silliest of things.
Your voice puts me at ease
No matter what kind of day I've had
Laying on the couch not a thing to do.
Summer time vibes
Outside all times of the night like I don't
have to go to work in the morning.
Your voice a perfect nostalgia
Of how I wish I'd met you sooner.
I am counting down the seconds until I see you again

Breaths come in and out
Our open mouths -
But this time you gasp
And grasp
For the words to speak instead
As they form inside your head.

At first the bell rattled,
Then it died.
Combed four lines –
The verse spread.

What's a half verse?
Neither you nor me.
In four folded newspaper –
In half.

Traditions are not respected.
Avant-garde.
On energy drinks wondering.
Long live cynicism.

The old believers overlooked,
Hightech's here.
Digitized watercolors,
Take the check.

You walk past me though you do not see me
You walk past me though you do not hear me
You stand by me without notice
I am here
I am there
All I want to know is that you care
I could vanish tomorrow
and this would be the end
Ignorance, and love shed
A pain so deep that it’s numb
Beyond control
Out of control
Me, you, them
To hold and to share ones thoughts can be the most important part in life to help to be open to feel free
Love is precious
Life is precious
You are precious  

                           By Skye