Just Me And You

Just Me And You

I lift my arms while the wind’s force reckons through, did you sleep while I dreamt away from you?

There isn’t a place so safe while the clouds rage on, do you see me fade till the sun is gone?

And I worry, that there is none, when your tears taste so bitter, the touch of my tongue.

Feel me break away, darkness swoons, petals fall, seeds begin again, the night rages on, do you fear the sun, is the black our tomb, the flower coldly blooms.

It’s not safe while the winds rage on, all these years, where has the time gone?

And you look at me, when there’s something left to breathe, just hold me, it’s a place where dread causally weaves.

It pushes through the clouds, I said it’ll pass, but the clouds cover my eyes, it’ll always last.

I feel it rage on, you know I’m gone.

Is it what you always hold, do I fear that cold?

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Inefficient Subtleties 

Inefficient Subtleties 

You know you make me.

I know you break me.

The character of love isn’t a pawn, no, you will never change, midnight till dawn.

Inefficient subtleties.

A place where you comprise my little needs.

Molding the clay while I wish for sleep, building an undesired bowl it seems to me.

Spill water inside.

Holes and cracks.

Do you see?

No matter where I go, you pryingly always know.
Lessons of a mind, buried deep, confusion, seclusion, animosity at your feet.

Begin again.

Where in your head do you nod at this immorality, my own human right isn’t your emotional practicality.
It wasn’t mean to be.

Antique Shop

Antique Shop

Antique Shop
Reasons and days spill hearted desires, flipping light switches when my shop opens to the custom buyers.

I wouldn’t notice a line drawn or a cup tipping, can I sell antiques when the vase caring water starts dripping?

Does it bother you when I kiss your smile, wiping tears when water hits my tiles.

Female features distract my gaze by the flowers, do you think a needle hides within a caving hay tower?

Guilt or truth, it’s all just hidden in my concealed lips, bronze cups breeze cool winds when you gently sip.

Playing out before me while a clock narrows a minute one from three, bashful hours always leap into the mild flirtatious sea.

Come and look over my shoulder when books dream, their vintage ink drips past a worn out seam.

Lessons of a mirror, buried in a wall, fellow men purchase items that speak rhythms of a call.

Quiet your curious mind and sleep where the bed did lay, antique shop lingers perhaps a moment, in a day.

Lisa’s Song

Lisa’s Song

Lisa’s Song
Sky blue is a color I describe, two and one are the numbers she abides by.

Little sighs, a scarlet tune, her eyes are like the pale white moon.

I never would do anything to you, their won’t be an addition past loving two.

Holding you in a space of marble pink, it doesn’t mean I’ve lost the ability to humbly think.

Flowers sprout easier in this growing sunlight, even in the dark, petals glow past a fading night.

Her touch breathes life like the unseen air, colored strands of her distinctive hair.

Dear Lisa do you think I love you?

His Lies

His Lies

Don’t be naive under constant gazes, breaking oaths while relationships pass through their stages.

Naive, so naive.

String tied on a little black bird’s wing, sweet words he spoke until they sting.

Oh, the hardest part is that I believe,
Hoping he holds me, but footsteps always leave.

Constant sleep.
Countless stars are miles away.
I am so sorry, so broken.

Locked within his colored eyes, lips mutter while my ears listen to the lies.

Just cheap excuses laying out inside my mind, tears blur the sight of what I want to find.

Is there nothing left while I make my bed, little moments, forgetful thoughts of what he said.

Don’t look away from the truthful lies, read the story played out inside my eyes.

Jane’s Letter

Jane’s Letter

Jane’s Letter
Sweet dear, I’ve always thought of you.

I press inked pen against paper of white.
Spilling hearted truths that wrap my weary mind.
Stamped and sent away for your eyes to hopefully read.
And all I feel
And all I sense
And all I know

Is that I love you.

Mr. Blueskies

Mr. Blueskies

Mr. Blueskies
I am but a man with a simple wish, I want to believe that my love melts her with a kiss.

Sitting at an airport that carries silhouettes away, my eyes are wet, thinking upon yesterday.

I was sitting there.
Holding a card just for you.
Oh dear, you’re somebody I knew.
Our table holds black coffee stains.
My insides shook like a storm.
Hold out my heart dear, it crumbles like a stone.

And when I left that doorway to go, she had my bags packed, darling is it so?

Rain beats down on my brown Panama hat, drinking the moist air as common sense lingers on her doormat.

Was I the one worth leaving?
Tell me love why?
Plane tickets show distance.
You said where you go I follow.
Guess there’s something better.
Don’t eat away the truth while you build up the lies.

Humming noises of the metal bird, but I look back to utter one last word.

This room is blank as I suddenly appear at a shop it seems, hard swift scents of coffee beans.

My mind is tired from the traveling altitudes, hazy breaths as I envision altered moods.
My name I cannot recall.
A sky is over me and below my feet.
Close the shop door and see.
She’s gone and I’ve lost all of me.
People walking by, ghosts of conversation.

I look down then up to see why it’s wet, clouds cover the days as each one sets.

Please turn around.
Hold my warm heart.
Muffled calls as I still hold your card.
Written for her delicate loving eyes.
Tattered strings wrap the paper.
Why did this happen to me?
Goodbye it seems.
You said we are the ones with everything.

I know why the plane carries people away and flies, I remember my name, water colored, Mr. Blueskies.