Eyes lock single skip heart beat,
Butterflies in my stomach,
Lift me higher to look down at the Angel on the ground,
Wings tucked into her beautiful gown,
Tips hidden in her shoes to lift her higher in my mind with each step,

And this is tree carved sorrow,
Telling me that tomorrow will never bring what I came to get,
With the heavy moon hanging, telling me there is no happiness in pain,
And no promises in sobbing yesterdays

When I see that tree, with my name, with your name, You and me,
With my heart encircling them both , bark misplaced,
I realize I dont give a fuck about fame, Or winning this game called life,
But the possibility that one day I might be able to call you my wife
And this is lemon puckered lips
Guiding failure, Telling me that Ill never get her, Because I’m nothing more than a man, And not the man she is looking for
That I am simply this imaginable ghost, That only reappears when she needs me most, Or more commonly when I need her,

I’m Sitting heartless, Eyes twitch in awkward displacement, Afraid to catch hers and not be able to look away,
Play with my food scrap remnants a little longer, Searching times cavities in my mind for happier present turned past,
Speak, Spoon dip, Hanging upside down reversed birth, Jaw snapped up, Chewing this silence, Thick as night
Broken as the lighthouse through twilight fog, Busted apart by beaming luminescence radiating from her lips,
With the perfectly timed and a little bit eerie placed “How could you be so heartless”, Blaring in quiet ringing out the speakers,
The same way crickets roar in the night to be the only sound emitting
She writes and I know she can’t wait for this second to pass, Now this one, And this one, And this one,
Just when life feels as if its ready to break down and rust out , popping bubbled plastic, Desired from the best,
A yawn caught up with her essence, And Id be damned if I couldn’t smile,
She can cease writing now, And that trademark personality explodes back on the scene
Pay attention now, This is who we are
Rocket burst, Players on the same Team, Now take that first and last, reverse placement and call us by our name

Yellow flashing signs at me as I return home, Running from the things I don’t know,
and the things that I’m afraid to even face, Terrified to have to have a back bone
And tears fall down these stone walls in the name of love,
with smudges on glass, And instead of cleaning it, Smudging the remaining to hide it.



Winston Salem, United States

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