I miss the comfort that your presence brings
When nothing else would, and everything else...
The windows have been rattling
in my nightmares for two months now...
In the twilight of existence, when shadows start...
Upon the canvas of life, Death gently comes to...
Faced with mortality, we are all consumed
By a creeping sense of dread, a fear unassuaged...
There was a girl whose comfort shape was circles...
She loved them so much she loved a boy with...
Her porcelain dress caught in the wind,
pulling away from all that consumes the mangled...
If you look into my eyes,
And I allow you to see...
Every time I close my eyes
I still see you looking at me...
With the leaves from the trees I'm changing
All around me rearranging...
We are survivors of these vicious shark attacks,
grabbed suddenly at our weakest moment...
would you do it
if I asked...
I was with someone new,
Still thinking about you...