I dressed
to impress...

Roses seem just so damn cliche,
violets do as well...

This night, it smells like summer,
winter's eve seems far away...

Been a while since I've written,
broken down in tired words...

Attention to detail
in a white washed, smoothed out room...

Subatomic existance,
whirling in the clouds of stars...

Everyone wants to know how to bottle the sunrise
but i have her sitting on a page...

Never mind, it
doesn't matter...

Mondays smell like burning
saturdays taste sweet, like honey...

Follow the maze in circles,
we twirl around the bend...

The words are getting hazy,
there's lights every place I look...

Tonight, this night, is glowing.
Can you touch it, taste it, dear...