Blood does not run
in my endless veins...
Yes I write these things
some call it gay poetry...
Don't have really shiny hair
Or those bright blue eyes...
Never in life had I thoguht to confess,
Never in life had I thought to Explain...
Its the clouds and I just how I planned
Flying high with the stick in my hand...
I do hate your blank face
of meaningless white words...
Confusing chemistry, ironic similarities...
What is all this...
Dreams.
I'll dream tonight...
Fireflies and sapphire eyes
And a fog encircled moon...
You are my angel,
living up high in the clouds...
What if there is no news,
to tell us what to do...
You are the ghost,
That feverishly haunts my every thought...