The night beckoned my weary soul
at the close of frantic days...

Ice cream---cold as the lips I once kissed;
still, undeniably sweet...

You plead with drops of crocodile tears
whimpers of fake sobs and sighs...

Instilled with simple formats of a limited mind
enclosed in a cage where potential once stood...

Take out the cover,
Unsheath...

Catching your gazes at me
and the other way around...

Unseen memories
Of an empty past...

Gazes held tears
drops to rain...

Dancing upon edges of a broken window
Seeing through the smoke...

Fantasies filled my everyday's,
befriending a raging star...

Fairytales had long lost their touch
when from their vow she swayed...

Lies grow,
deception planted...