(no subject)
1.
Lets make it amazing
Lets go
Make it up to me
In how you move
Long and hard with a shovel
Dig up the bones and relics
That tell us where we were
And remember why
We don’t go back to
Before
On a night like this
On a day like tonight
We can feel the stars
Taste the lights guiding us
Through sin
Until we discover the meaning
Within
Have you ever wondered
How we got here in this car
On the bluff
The ocean
Looks like I could
Walk across
The pale silence of it
And live like a serpent
2.
I want music in a silent room
To fill the ceiling until it is so full
And flows over
On to the streets
Where they are dirty
Wash you away
I want music
I want you to hold my beating heart in your hand
As I rest my head on your shoulder
Whispers in languages I don’t pay any mind to
Whispers in your tongue
Of hidden longing
I want that feeling of fitting together
Two people intertwined
And puzzlingly together
3.
Lovers of the soul
Under this disguised black night
We meet and exchange blood
Thoughts and primitive ideals
The dark allies that we discover through
Our wild and mindless exploration of the way we feel
You save this dying flame
And I nurture that growing pain
Until the musty sun rises again
We will be
And live in the light like fallen gold
Lovers of the soul
Broken wings and broken feet
Reunited tonight to try to fly
The healing wounds with just one touch
What used to seem like enough
Doesn’t seem like much
So we try to explore
And make it more
I’ve forgotten to keep score
Lovers of the soul
4.
Lavish entries, signaling the gold paneling
That will be absent in the bedroom
Every step down, the carpet becomes thinner
Until you are just a laundry room fling
Barefoot, on concrete
This time you leave through the back door
Do you wish we could just let life
Be the flowery introductory paragraphs?
When we throw it all in a blender
It becomes harder to remember
We end it all
Hiding from the outdoors
Hidden under ground, in stone, below a darkness
Does it symbolize our souls?
The corpses that shun the light
And the birds scratch for seed, disturbing
What rest we are mourning
As the sun rises
On a graveyard maze of blinding white
I smile inwardly and tell my thoughts goodnight.