Love Vandals

Ancient pain found my eyes

Pain not my own.

I felt it through his lyric

liquid

glass filled globes were they;

globes of starry nights shone alone

white against the night melody

against anyone who has broken someone's heart

love vandals

even against my own will

I found myself watching 

my own or general

tears stream down a mirror

A Gift

Songs speak to me

Songs that don't exist

And I make them real

Like Love

Smiling is something the body needs a soul to do ☆ 

Kind of like love...

Hopelessly Devoted to

i smell like the incense of last night's dance

Us cancers

We fall on the alter of love

piercing and dying on our own claw

if it may please you 

improve your mood in the slightest;

show you 

the devotion and fairy's tale 

you left on your own yellow brick road

with the monsters in your closet

and other cherished falsehoods

But our love is pearl in oyster

Real but yes rare

Yet, here it is

Take it

It's yours

For no good reason in particular

Real

I'm the Pinocchio on your shelf

I never became a real boy

And I heard you call me a toy...

so I cry sawdust tears

but still dream in flesh; in color

and can feel still smooth running in these knees

fluidity in my joints

but you have carved our story otherwise

Angel

I told you I was an angel.

No one is listening.

I Am Night

Tonight magic moves in the earth

And I let you go

My new moon

As the night releases light from the day

Until there is nothing

That is your parting

But not nothing

Night.