There was danger in those dark cold nights
When you left me for your own bed
I was frantic inside but I let you leave
Thinking I liked being alone instead
So childlike was my psyche Girl
That I made castles with your goodbyes
And I filled the moat with honest tears
After I dug up my midnight cries
But all you know is that I look cool in gray
And all my haircuts are trimmed so tight
And I speak with a Hillsong confidence
Even when I'm wrong I sound so right
And I could hum you asleep or crack your lids
With righteous lips designed for love
I carry ghosts in my hugs that show up when
You leave me and Your push comes to shove
So I put a blade to my skin to bewitch the cold
Forever gazing at you, sweet cynosure
Deep drinking will surely steady my hand
How long can I be your meek sinecure
Dark is not a color but I scribble its hue
On matching t-shirts we'll never wear
Walked away from my bed with dramatic effect
My heart followed you but my body stayed there
If your were Wax I could burn you slow
If you were Ice I could turn you to snow
I'd keep your Frozen Ashes in an urn to show
My New Girlfriend how I learned to grow
YOU ARE READING
MY little BROWN BOOK
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I wrote in an attempt to highlight moments of my past. People used to have a little black book they kept numbers and addresses of people they were involved with or interested in. So I decided to share some entries from...