He's not shiny if he's not for me
I didn't see the dreamy look in his eyes,
Or see his glowing skin against beige.
I couldn't recognize my lover, as he sat across from me and dared not speak my name.
I pour, my fire
Void for a corpse, the wake is my own.
For I suffer to fill ink on pages !
Red , be it blood or rage
For I break! At midnight though days
Stuck
In time
Stuck, so much time
Healing ? Time ?
Healing.....
Time was the weapon
I turned in myself, like a virtue
For you
And in time, you froze
But the "living" had to go on...
I was "living", you must move on.
Returning, with less of me each time
Now I can't recognize my lover
Whom dare not look to see my cries
He hadn't aged, not even a change
it was just I.
-F
