Sound asleep in a blissfull serenity
With the earths arms wrapped around me
I sit in this chair full of moss and talk
Butterflys turned to moths
Stones to dust
Poetry is a notion of lust
We carefully chattered over tea
My only hope was slithering around me
Theres a crackle in your eyes
It sparks from your iris
Purple crimson flames with a hint of meloncholy
You looked at me sideways
With those candied crimson eyes
And you told me you loved me
I dropped my spoon suddenly
It landed so carefully
It was faced towards the wall and it
Casted my shadow for everyone to see
But my answer was written in my arms
My whole being was written for you
My veins strive with the thought
My hearts already stolen
So we sat and we talked
And I shared my inner thoughts
But now I sit in this room over tea
And I know that you are in me
And it wasn't until I poured the second cup
That I realized I was alone.
