Day stands atop its head
plum-faced and emasculated...
I wrote you a letter, expecting no reply
I waited by the mailbox, although I cannot tell...
Thy "lost bride"
Wondering the streets all alone...
Faded smile and sadness in the eyes
Silenced you after endless cries...
There sat the beautiful princess crying
Left all alone and slowly dying...
April 23rd, 2011
The once silent moon has spoken...
There he is walking down fifth avenue
Yes, him, the one with the eyes of cobalt blue...
Staring down this half-empty bottle of wine,
Its clear redness reminds off all too many...
As I stood there,
stood to watch the clouds fading...
It seems we're losing that closure.
Yet again the scent of lavender...
Tell me..
Can you hear me...
Look me in they eyes for once and tell me I'm...
You know I cry myself to sleep every single night...