Crimson Cranes
It is a process, yet to cease. But to be precise, it's not my way of life.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Night
I put on my face
so I can rest my smile.
I put on my shoes,
so I can slip out quiet.
It's a dangerous walk
but it's a cold rhythmic warmth.
Madness
Lost in your madness,
what still remains?
There's the door - staring me down
How will it open?
And will I struggle to survive?
I saw it in red,
I saw it in blue,
I saw it with you,
now I see it alone.
I'm dead in the dark,
the smallest light blinding.
Sway
In love with a stranger,
In love with a corpse,
In love with a friend,
I know not,
which way to bend.
The Cure
It's like the cure went out,
and the ground began to spurt,
a cold and careless water.
Like the shadow in your eyes,
and the echo in your heart,
entwining my feelings;
an endless start.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
I want you to hold me,
so I hold myself.
I want you to touch me,
but that ain't this song.
For us to be friends,
would be three strikes on me.
Another win for you,
a hand full of shame for me.
I make you jealous,
and you know I know this.
And now in your eyes,
there's nothing left for me.
Friday, November 23, 2012
My Love
Good morning, Love.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
My heart feels warm despite the weather of my circumstances.
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