Shine On Its Own

Does the moon speak to the sun. Asking, “Will you shine on me?” I think not, it’s confident in it’s routine. Does the wind, who pushes by force… Ask the earth to open it’s door? It’s expectant of this trend. It’s supposed to, it’s the wind. This settles my heart enough to smile. This hasn’t…

Your Idea of Paradise

So you’re calling this paradise? Lead me out now. Make no more vows. Until I’m at a safe distance. See, you’re showing your heart again. Are we foolish for attempting the same? Not a masquerade, nothing here but dust and corpses. Laying in our wake, hoping they can save. Every part we need, left here…