To stare into your eyesas they look past the loveI’ve painted on mine,might perhaps be the onetrue thing I want you toknow about me – love,selfless as a fleeting moment.
I’m faithless, burdening my heartassuming clouds as comfortbut I don’t sleep silently – peaceful,I clutch onto my dreamsas though seconds take away the lifeof my thoughts, burdened; There, far ahead, there;my own story has childrenthey dance and cry, paint with blood,they… they live how I liveand I’m saddened by their chaste,but it rains, This stale […]