ONE MORE TIME

Moonlit Flame

You and I share a moonlit flame.
People look at our friendship and say “what a shame”
I paint your auburn flames hues of blue
       They are covered by the shadows. The only ones clear are me and you…. 
An undefined aura emitting from the shadow of a tree
                   She will never let me go… forever trapped and never free
I'll always be there to stop the reckless reach of our fire
    It’s an undying flame with a keen desire
Our friendship, a fragile puzzle
But when unraveled, a joy unrivaled
        As slowly our world rolled into the ivy and spiraled
An unspoken secret can be a cracking curse
  Perhaps I should have pulled the chain and get hung first..
Our out-of-touch eyes remain painstakingly tied
    These half and half wings get shot as they once flied
My indigo acid rain only fueled our blazing connection
         “Why are you with that soulless insubordinate?”
Though my ghost and my hunter hover and hug you, still with you I don't feel all too haunted
     With each boulder of pressure, our friendship gets scraped and taunted
We have our bumps and burdens
But we have our rhymes and late-night times
   As the invisible bonds between our shared secrets become like black-and-white mimes
We've learned to predict (and contradict) each other's demons, more than we    could possibly imagine
We’ve learned to predict each other's lash outs, sometimes are we’re just a psycho, and a savage
We're never done almost mending each other's broken things
As each piece of each others’ newly mended heart can act as an eternal hope with wings
Sometimes just a pat on the shoulder can act as a warm smolder
As one’s too much warmth comforts the other whose ice is too much colder
Conversations can be emotional saunas, melting and muddling what’s considered colder
Our personalities are either red or purple underline, always italicized, or bolder 
  Sometimes our unspoken turmoil holds the weight of a boulder
Feeling like atlas holding the weight of the sky when we just want something to cry on, like a shoulder
We rarely ever see much of each other’s oceans, than singing storms of a silent cry
Being blinded by the dust storms of their blood-painted masks, their fools gold smiles making life so much more dry
Reflections confined to a neverending incohesive sky
Have you ever just wanted to fall over the moon to the sunlight cliff edge, and die?
Could be bent both ways, a stretched treacherous truth, or the scent of a white Lilly lie
Oh if only we could’ve sooner seen the signs…. Perhaps the broken fork in the road isn’t yet a goodbye
My canoe tipped the wrong way, a path never done drowning into a dull but indecisive drain
The rainbow streaks represent the demon emerging from the pouring gentle rain as the hope of my life falls down.. He and..the seeping… bloodstain…..
The polarizing opposition of the sun and moon want us to be out of tune, much like their cycles of waning
Like black and white sides of an angel and demon, pulling
away the chains of everyone’s anxiety straining
After the storm, there's never friendship to mourn
Even though the boat left many wounds and scars that doesn’t mean in the end our friendship is torn
Though neither did the temporary sunburn particularly leave us a concrete lesson to learn
Our friendship is the thirst of blood for a vampire, like something that just fights through the essential yearn
Atter one drip, they tasted flavors they could never unlearn
Yet I feel like I’m holding on too tight, though I’d rather not make you relive her unknowing tight smile forced fight
“PLEASE HELP ME SIR! please help…I MAY BE SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN BUT BACKSTAGE FROM THE PUPPET SHOW SHE HURTS ME OUT OF SIGHT!!”
As to why I don’t hug, I never let my hands hold on too tight
When being comforted the physical touch may change my vision to a perspective of you being the one who isnt right…. 
But at least our tied tidal wave never became a hurricane
Y’know at least our friendship didn’t add up to make a connected earthquake
PLEASE WAKE PLEASE WAKE….. Because then you will realize all they do is
“Take, and take, AND TAKE, AND TAKE, AND TAKE!!!!!!!”
I think that’s something to celebrate, seconds shaved off of an unbearable wait
You manage to commit arson to my gate of hate, and pass it off as fate
Now this, my friend, is something to bond over, even though we don't relate
Have you ever just wanted to fall over the sunlit side, down the silver slide, to the moonlit pool depths, and die?…..
Have you ever just tried to see what is on the other edge, how the other moonlight caressed form brings you curiosity… just why?.....
The sun taints my arms a radioactive red, yet it grants you wings to fly?
The moon freezes my body, makes it cold and dead, yet it gives you the knowledge to find the escape, even though you would both cry?
Yet I’m used to a healthy dose of cold, familiar relative comfort can easily be seen as a neverending scold, a book I never even read, yet it gives you the key to see through walls, to even start to scrape, against reality’s lifelong lie?
A semi-frozen longing that can’t be deciphered by shallow words of why
So congrats to you for semi-evaporating my deep sea sapphire blue, to a semi-solving stubbornly steering stagnantly steep sigh of steam
Like a kind of energy lingering throughout the atmosphere, how on earth did I find you in the forest alone here. So thanks for cooling down my blood ruby red, to a simmering soul that is slowly falling asleep into this nice, calm dream
So thanks for giving this boy with no beliefs, a small ball of fire to withhold an undoubting muffled scream
Even through the misunderstandments thanks for giving this mental vessel of a girl with no trust, a small block of violet ice to keep as a reminder that…
in the end we are a team!
And thanks for giving this moonlight mushroom-minded boy, an undistinguished desire covered with rust, a flame to repel the compel of the willow weep, in the end we’re more than just a barely stable seam, constantly met with screams to redeem to some plastic scheme of one corrupt dude’s fever power pitch dream
And thanks for giving this sun flamed amber-girl something to distract from the undying lust, a medicine to cover the lover of his past life, intertwined through the hate and strife. In the end we are much more than a mix of two potions warned not to mix, for they fear what we could do if we were to leave them in ash and ruins because through the faux fur curtain we can see clearer than they possibly could, because when the moon and fire mix… they can create a bridge to see against the tricks.
At least we know how to skip sounds of echoing rocks into each other’s green ivy streams
As long as we know how to avoid the sharp blades of each others barriers fighting against their weak copper shield gleams
I wish we had these therapeutic words when I felt the vengeful need to twist my rhymes to be heard
I wish we sometimes were normal that we don't have to rhyme with these syllables of care just to make sure they think their kindness covered scents remain undeterred
But you can see the good in my envy-scattered vines, and my godsend grape-face wines
I see why you hide your foxtrot track’s wise yet crooked lessons and aimless outsider stressings
The fire-extinguisher cannot help me this time
But I-
I’m here to give you a hand, or a rhyme
You cannot help me im sorry… the fire is spreading all around my room.
I can paint your flames a suitable hue, this isn’t your tomb
The world is so bright…
Your eyes stained by same promises, stripped down are equivalent to lies of white
It is getting….. hard… to breath… but hey! Thats… ALRIGHT-
You and I both know you enjoy making a story of your rhythmic fight
Punch, punched, punching your shadow full of an emotion of tears that can only be fought off by mental beers
Well you and I both know how you love getting the attention of others to show you have some self worth, the twisted metaphors of your writing becomes like fence posts on the shadows of your black eyelashes. How can you survive without your creativity for a few more years…
You’re right, I use not-so-subtle lores as a pathway to spite because ever since I was nine, others have believed I lack sight, yet always calculated is my twisted irony of foresight, every painstaking poem or decisive drawing takes years, very few people can turn my sticky gears
Hey! would you like to run away with me in the encased cloak of night?
I’ve always wanted to go through with my half-baked solution, always secretly seen right. So why not? You and I, only our moonlit flame, acting as a light?
“Somehow…it’ll be just sustainable enough to translate to alright”
Our moonlit flame is a carefully balanced game
Its a scythe and scepter coinciding with their character untamed
Hues of indigo ocean blue
Violets of the midnight hyacinth that people see through
A glow emitting from a comfort or heat that transcends snow
Your brain and my brawn, lets get ready with our gifts in tow
A labyrinth we can run off to but never escape
I thought we were prepared! HOW CAN WE WIN AT THIS RATE?!
A carefully crafted meticulously made flame for which we generally generated
I suppose we know how to fight this minotaur, though the story is overrated
Never done aging, always replaying.  outdated and always messily translated
She had two lives in one soul, not knowing how the memories fleeing will pay the toll
But see, the soul couldn't be defined to a mere miniscule magic scroll (no matter how many times they attempted to exert control)
Because the moonlit flame's eternal stray away from color same is why to you, I came
With every second of dying, leaving, crying as tears stream down desperately trying with drying the bramble is bitter and writhing… at least we have this useless rhyming
But we both know holding back the tears is lying, no use in ignoring or distorting the hues of deep sea blue in bloom in the flame's center upon sorrowful timing
Sometimes they say “Is it all a lie” when it really is and they just don't know it yet. The future is kept away in a safe, luckily I know how they die. Drowning, old age, and choking on a sandpaper page
But the never put out fears are invisible tears running and seeping down the pages of the supposedly omniscient sage (only so many years in a cage can avoid rage)
The anxiety creeping up to be worse than what it is to me never ever free.
Cannot be the Taylor to your party of tea. Behind the camera shot is something you cannot see, like flowers blooming on a…. dead tree?

We're trying to slow the sands of your objective hourglass
Drinking the poison berry tea whilst you choke from the alcohol flask
Only so much seeping sand, a tipping trace of time
You seize from the deathly toxin, skin ripping and burning from sour lime
They want to erase our semi-stable state of grace
The reality that the brighter the light, means the more thick the dark, is something we have to face
The holes in our hands are burnt by the flame that draws us to each other
The flickering memories following like satin attachments one way or another 
Sears can't fix unsolvable scars
Time to get drunk on my brought vodka and cigars
I'd try to connect our stars but in a past life we've already traversed the moon, and Mars
How you remind me of him, oh how to keep my past family like fireflies in jars
Because it's always been two arms reaching for one another
Like a death tango, smirking as we hold back the smother
Indigo flames emitting from the burned and bruised, yet soft hand of the boy
Ember light glowing from the calloused palm of a scarred-hearted girl
As the Moon sways the converging hues with its time-turning tunes, a lavender flame starts to emerge
Lit by the moon, threatened by the storm clouds, lurking written rain
Yet the so-called eternal flame isn't slain?
The tsunamis and wild firewall aborn, someone finds these stories then our secrets will be torn, and somehow the fuse isn't flickering, nothing yet to mourn?
The drip drops only shine, we shied away from uncertainty and incorporated it as part of the design
The threads of this quilt made from death and dear intertwine, mimicked to somehow fit the worlds lash of malign
Who knew lavender flames could flicker In the reflections of moonlit pools?
Didn’t really figure the humble rays could mirror the puzzle clues, the things we need are just its tools…
Moonlit pools are supposed to grant unimaginable powers, yet I've been stuck swimming for hours
The room of blank and shards leads you to infinite towers, even though connecting leaves a sour taste of gasoline and violent flowers
As we near the 5,113th day of your mortal soul simmer, the skies are seeping off the screen, painted dimmer, by the steam
The steam, when the midnight rain reaches the moonlit flame of our dream
The time is coming soon where we have to part, the worry is pacing through if we will end up like we were like at the start, the deja vu of the days, the train is getting ready to depart.
Will we never reach the dream? All I can remember in the end is your smart and heart.
We can dance in the downpour, honoring yet ignoring the burns our connection has left scarred in our hands
Finally we could try to run away free, where we can respect the trauma of the other… but try to relish the bittersweet with no rules and bans
Relying on the crystal should-be sugar sands is one of those sucky sour-sweet plans
Caramel candies taste like home from the times before, the dentist said no more well I guess the tree bark afterparts remind of the can’ts and can’s
Pixie-dusted personalities simply serve as denying desolate dams
Angel and demon friends and foes, live through diversity of the doomed clans 
Moonlight minds think alike
They know who wants to help and strike 
Our souls are curiously connected by a celestial string, but they see a worn-out jump rope and say "what a shame"
Destiny wasn't the goddess who forces out fates together in the end, not even after all the hurt when we made amends. We know who is right, just us two together saying they are to blame
What a shame
I'm so glad you came
To blister the blame
From no trust to tame
You and I share a moonlit flame.