charade

"charade"

pick the poison, and pour yourself a glass
these mistakes are just a part of the rest
each broken sound that hangs from your
lips and rises into my ears just makes me
linger on those nostalgic thoughts.

winter's passing hasn't done anything
to fuel a revival, this has never been where
i have wanted to start anew. i am blessed
with misfortune and i wait, and i will wait.
endlessly.


______

"love maker"

clouds hover from my mouth and enter
through your lips
and there is little
i can do to change what has become
of you

the storms may end, the crosses might stand
still at the end of the night
but you still lie in regret
and i hold you in the deepest haven
of my heart

the rain might wash away the blood
but the scent of you lingers
concerns of what is have now become what was
certain alibis, are better left unsaid