Leave.

Sunset, daylight, and follow her eyes
Into her beautiful heart beating in the night;
And she knows her soul,
And she falls into his arms.

Touch her, and see the light hidden
Behind her struggles of emptiness.
Wanting to find her love;
There is none left for the world to give.

That is when she says goodbye,
And leaves herself to find a way home.
Never did we wish to see the light
Drench behind her eyes.

Never will she pick up once again to fly.
Never finding her love.
Never finding what is right,
And then she says goodnight.

See her standing besides lost endings
Of what we have all become
And what will never be.
Watch her leave us all behind.

That is when she kisses her light,
Finding endless dark,
Finding her final hope.
That is when we say goodbye.

Poema necesita un título.

You look at me with such bitter disgrace

You stitch me into impersonal past
Your silhouette lesser than tangled lace
Your living daydreams, dreams never last

You look at me with a glint in your eye
You sew me into ignorable fate
Your silhouette lesser than your twisted lie
Your living daydreams, dreams never create

Redundancies.

I’ve told you all time and time

again that I will not change
and cannot change,
yet you all keep
running back to where you started.

I’ve told each little boy and each little girl
I am the same hardship
I always have been,
yet you all keep
running back where you started.

I am not a magical creature
and I am not anything new
and I will never be anything new,
yet you all keep
running back where you started.

All your redundancies rub ill
and I drench your love with guilt
leaving you pitiful and lonely,
yet you all keep
running back where you started.

I run in circles
and dance in flames
and burn all dancing in my way,
so I can always keep
running back where I started.

Those of yours.

Those warm arms of yours
are so tempting to wrap myself in,
though all they ever led to
were a rugged backseat that smelled
of another girl and spoiled fruit.

Those crystalline eyes of yours
are so temping to trap myself in,
though all they ever led to
were tears engulfing into mine
and her’s entranced in yours.

Those gentle hands of yours
are so tempting to grasp myself in,
though all they ever led to
were mine shakily reaching for you
when you were completely lost.

And here I am
wrapped in those arms of yours,
trapped in those eyes of yours,
grasped in those hands of yours,
and I can’t say no.

Foolish.

You grown man of eighteen,
so entranced with me,
me this whimsical girl
of four years minor.
You foolish boy.

You hold me with grace
and press your lips
upon mine gently,
leading to my bitter rejection.
Apologies aren’t enough.

You sing your song of
guilt and sadness,
and expect my decision
to suddenly differ.
My decision remains.

I will always only be
this whimsical girl
of four year minor,
running in the distance.
You foolish girl.