Im so tired.
Tired of putting on the "happy face"...
They say
that in life...
She is my queen
I want her rosy lips...
With the skill of a surgeon
wielding a feather edge scalpel...
You lip the word "bye"
while trying to smile plucky...
There is something
about Winter...
Embraced by the spirit of you,
its majestic wings spread wide...
You know it wasn't my decision to be here,
In fact I never even had a say in the matter...
On a warm August night
the light attracted them...
When most people would carefully draw back,
I'm quickly racing forward...
This universe we live in
Is like my hearts love...
The distinct image of your glowing face,
flashes quickly across my mind furthermore...