The clouds only wish they could
float as high as me...
"You have to burn in order to shine"
_ this was a burning moth susurrating...
Crippled
by your sharp tongue...
I was carried away
with a flush of emotions...
Dear Sir, (or is it Madam?),
You don't know me from Charlie Adam...
Silently I’ve been watching you over the years
Engaged within your world as my aches...
If you are like me
You like a good holiday...
So you've all heard of Cinderella,
But I'm gonna tell you what is true...
Knuckles cut, gouged and bleeding.
My mouth and lungs filled with dust...
As much as I want
to run away from you...
Sweet flavors of nectar
dance upon my tongue...
Slumber is now calling
Yet I simply cannot hear...