Curling gray mist and dark clouds of
wine colored rain...
Drunken words, slurred thoughts
I can feel the cold press of...
The city scape and lights
His warm eyes blank, dead...
I'm knee deep in water
my eyes and face turned to the sky...
I fall the mirror
my head passes last...
I'm sorry. I can't fix us both. |
Did you hear that? That sound that seemed like braking glass? Well it wasn't a window shattering. It was my heart. And you're the kid with the baseball bat. |
What is love? But a question of our humanity and a proof that we are alive and hearts still beat within our chests. As though we have been blessed with angels wings and that god has give this one person to us in return for being his loyal servants. |