I often ponder
As to whether the stars
Tire of burning
Too?
You are the road
Less traveled
And the girl
Less loved
But that doesn't mean
You're worthless
In the darkest light
Of morning
I see the outline of your face
An illusion
That I trace
With cold fingers
Which long to be warmed
By you
An amber tinted room
Grey with clouds of smoke
That make my head spin
Like a vinyl record
Spiraling down
Until all i know
Are your violet eyes
And our desperate howls
Beneath the crimson moon
Like how language
Gets jumbled over time,
We became two mouths
Tangled in our misery.
Each meaning the same thing
Yet unable to comprehend
The other.
Are we not both proclaiming love
But losing the feeling
By the tossing and turning
Of borrowed time?
Have you ever stopped to understand words?
There is so much that is beautiful about language. In every piece of writing, there is emotion. There is nothing more human than the love, hate, greed, forgiveness, sadness, and joy that is in every word you read. We can therefore know that words are in fact beautiful, not just becuause of their own complexity, but also because of the complexity of human nature which they express
In my stomach were butterflies
But I had no idea why,
I loved you dearly, yet still I see
Myself franticly clipping their wings.
The world is in a state of gray
But you come in and brightly say
“Only you, my love, will I adore.”
I never could have wanted more.
For you I live, for you I breathe
My heart wants these creatures freed
Escaped from their cage, released today
My butterfly blues finally fade away
I tried to catch the cosmos
In a little jar
But found it far too quick
For me
To reach any of the stars
Someday I'll stop waiting
For a love thats come and gone
I know that it wont get here
But I hope to God I'm wrong
I reached into the empty space
Beside me
And felt nothing but the cold
Pale sheets
Which once brought us together
But now
Only find pleasure in tearing us
Apart