Falling Pedals

Falling Pedals

If the world could think...
Do you think it's suicide would be as beautiful as the poetry it writes
With ours now?  
So fleeting, with a touch of familiarity.  
Something that could only be for you.  
The world is spinning,  
My feet forgot their equilibrium and left this place,
Casting the rest of me into the lines writ from this unkempt tip.  
Dry,  sharp,
... and thirsty.


When chaos becomes it's own shadow, and the birds refuse to accept the sky, Where can I find you?
Will you be there waiting, like the ink from a vase long since tucked away,
For fear of it drying before words beautiful enough... and worthy,
To be drawn from something so... perfect,
Lain across the skin of an angel,  long since bound here
By sins like love..
and lies...


I'd conquer the world
Just to be able to give it to you as payment for the ways you move my words,  
Like gentle hands over finger tip touching,  
And whispered truths behind shy eyes
And shoulders pressed against the wall
Shortly before skin drawings with a passion so intense,  
It could only of been a dream if ever described by tongues that remind
And ought be better, when found entwined with each other....
Then how to open?  
Though,  hardly a fair trade, invaluable,  
Like the thousands of moments lost in your eyes,
Given to the oblivion that I could have spent a lifetime
Floating away in...



I suppose this would be me missing you...

_{(I've never been brought to words with such a feeling for anyone else....}

And no one still,  has left me lost in their presence and speechless like you have...




The world gave way from beneath me,  
I've lost my footing and still can't see the bottom of this cavern...  Won't you come and press your fingertips to my eyelids,
If only to remind them how to open?  
The ugly around me has trapped them within this Nightmare  
And only the warmth of eyes  that can forget how to hate
Even if just for moments,  
Will be able to pull Them free...




_{I'm so perso right now...
I genuinely fear that I've dropped my pieces in a place so dark
The moon shys away In fear of embarrassing itself  
When it can't light the way...}