The word is spinning
Lop-sided and unbalanced...

I'll meet you under the cherry tree
There I will show you the real me...

They will run wet
Streams of warm tears...

The pain by your hands
Chiseled in like engraved thoughts...

There are those who wish never to breach
the walls of their own speech...

My minds wick is brightly burning
Silhouetted in darkness...

These words I write
Interpret them as you may...

Everything together... You can only hope it stays...