Heartless and Disorientated

Gingerbread Dream

I am a dead sea, aching from the moonless tides

and I saw your skin, shining like gold, 

shining like all the minerals, in the world.

but was it the sunrise or the sunset that set your skin alight?

I've forgotten, I don't know because I wasn't there

it's just a potograph in my hand.

and I saw the people in the front seat in the reflection of your glasses,

painting a glaze over your brown, brown eyes

that stare at me through this screen like gingerbread dreams~

I am the earth, longing for the sun to return

searching for the stars in the night sky, but it's never not been cloudy

and I saw your skin, glowing green in the light of the LEDs

and for some reason your expression looks so sad to me,

but I wouldn't know, because I wasn't there

it's just a photograph in my hand.

and I wish I could have seen, could have known your thoughts

but you just keep staring at me through this screen, my gingerbread dream~

I am an artist living in black and white, a flower without color, a bird without flight,

and I saw you, staring off just past me, 

at what I'll never know, because I wasn't there

it's just another photograph in my hand.

and I am so, so incomplete here

I miss my gingerbread dream~

you are my gingerbread dream~

without you I am incomplete.