08-19-06 - 2:10 a.m.
You are my deepest scar,
a star that shines.
And I am always
not far behind you.
I just now started
writing poetry again,
it was often the only thruth lied.
As I bleed down my sins
life unfolds
a quilt of guilt and memory.
But you are among me,
I still dream of your family.
The brown of your eyes,
how they'd silently scream.
I never aged, I'm dying.
Glad to hear your'e trying to fight it.
I have never cried,
it was you,
flowing from my lies.
I'd close my eyes.
Expect all to right.
Never it was,
we were blind in the night,
nocturnal in lost lights.
I have no reason.
Maybe I've lost the spice.
Yet 'tis still that same ol' song.
Solitarie's dance.
If I was given the opportunity
to write forever
my only last pen would die anyhow.
But sweet thing..
there's no giving in at this point.
