Every time I rest my head on his chest, I could hear echoes of all the people who had let go.

his darkness became
tainted by my red

i burst like the sunrise
on the canvas of his skin,
raw and hot, red, red, red

i set flame to the somber
blues we'd once painted
our skin deep with.

kissing the echoes of
our past, but always
pulling away too soon.

i was too red, too vibrant.

he didn't like the taste
i left on his tongue
it was bitter like him,
it stung of the past he'd
tried to bury on my lips

my skin would ash
but he'd miss the flames.
my pulse would gallop
and intrude like
summer into his veins.

Is it your face
that adorns the garden?

Is it your fragrance
that intoxicates this garden?

Is it your spirit
that has made this brook
a river of wine?



Hundreds have looked for you
and died searching
in this garden
where you hide behind the scenes.



But this pain is not for those
who come as lovers.

You are easy to find here.

You are in the breeze
and in this river of wine.

Its darker place I ever been,
Cherish wonderful day,
With tears through my face,
Tough mean brave,
Rough means deep,
I swallow all my pain.

Its never always okay,
Even you say you fine thank you,
How I good in lying,
To the smoke that hit my eyes,
Then I cry so hard,
Through all what I had done,
I still cant stand all by myself.

Today, is bright day,
Bright just on the outer,
Cant feel my heart in the inner,
Why I cant let all this go away?
Just one day one night, ya,
Just for today.
Because it should be wonderful day,
To me. Just for today.