Empty hands.

calm your stormy heart

and pull together the stitches

that held apart the dreams so painful

this glass-heart you hold in trembling hands

you can't dream because you have lost

but

calm dreams won't return to stormy hearts

and cease those dreamless nights

let the ashes of your heart

rise to meet the salty foams

that wash away your tearful sighs

and let your lips meet his ocean eyes

then kiss the crossroads on his brow

and tread along that dusty road

and 

leave footprints on his

sullen heart

and let the waves

wash hers behind

because you can see.

i run into your arms

and i fall into your eyes

drown in your multitude of frozen dreams

wild desires, and bitter lies.

your kisses spread like wildfire,

and the ocean pools in those eyes,

those heaven-sent illusory celestial orbs

that see me through, right through my disguise.

d o n ' t . l o o k . a t . m e

Dried roses.

You  s i n g  to me in oceans

and i press your blossom into my crevices

temptress you are, lips moving to tides,

washing away my sorrow, my regrets

my pride.