Connect and suddenly
we are gone and dead.
With tones of disconnection
we struggle to find
the hope.

Deadly like vipers we sting
with our fangs for the one
true hope of things long gone.
Daggers pierce the empty
heart as lovers kiss
and cigarette burn.

Song birds sing of
loves that dine on
barren plates of
forget me nots.

Slowly I dream of her
scarlet hair and sapphire
eyes that burn pieces
of stars in my body.

I love the way she makes
me smile when the tragedy
of the world seems to
drop like stones on my
fruitless soul.

Only when she smiles do
I find redemption
in this spagette dream.

05/14/2008

Posted on 05/14/2008
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