.
Float...
A dust of magie noire on my wrist
a splash of moon drops behind the ear...
I cherish those moments
the times I have with you...
Specific colors
painting a beautiful rainbow...
The aching is the from residue
Of inebriation creeping through...
Sniffles, sore throat, lots of sleep
I am so sick of being sick...
High up in the clouds I fly
So make sure to look to the sky...
The only thing I know is that
we, all, are broken...
Silent tears running down her face
each droplet leaving a shimmering trail...
I am no one wandering through life,
Dealing with all it gives to me...
If I ever was like the grass as green,
And you, as radiant as the sun...
Catch the Wind
Lend me your...