Dusk

How often I've found myself writing out my randomness

Picking at little, little flowers collecting dust

The clear view through the window isn't so clean now

Always but always fighting to tear down the sceptism

But I cannot,

Its spirit cannot stand its ground.

If eyes were really the window to see through the soul

This alibi to hide away

To keep them staring, right back at me

Has become so shallow, so vain.

How often I've tried to believe this lie

Though I know myself, 'tis the truest of all

A song, so wrong it sounds today

A poem so short, it wastes my breath.

I'm looking so hard to find that heart

I, told it would be beneath my thoughts

Still scratching all the edges off

Now clawing down the name of love.

Not strong enough but

I've never been so lost before

This fire melting away my core.

And tales are wrecking my train of thought

The magic trance that shines at dusk.

If eyes were really opened doors

Then close the window, that term is done.