I lived in this house with you
alive, then dead
You mean to say that after all
passed between us then
that you
don’t know
me?
I lived in this house with you
collecting dust
looking out at real people
A young woman
Splintered, Died.

Icarus and his waxy wings
can never match the way i soar
when you smile at me
But you melt me just the same
you are my sun
and my love for you burns bright
inside my ribs
and your unmatchable light
brings both life and pain
i can never give up hope or flight
so i will climb upwards
soaring on windy drafts through
heavenly clouds of cotton
closer to you
my sun
Ill watch as you burn my wings
i can do nothing as i fall
into the deep, wine colored sea
paralyzed by your beauty
i will sink to the bottom of the ocean
where the fish shift through sands
in a lazy waltz
and never cry a tear
i would have never known flight at all
if not for you
for who would remember Icarus
if not for his flaming sun

ive come down with a cough
and my head feels too warm
and i wonder if the ache in my bones is due to the cold of winter
or the ache for your touch
and maybe the sore throat is really those words
"i love you"
clawing their way out of my ribcage
without permission

the sky is pretty tonight
and clouds stretch across the sky like a hand
reaching for the stars
i cannot see the moon
But I see you
and your light shines brighter than
any moon or star
You are My sun
i turn, like a sunflower
to follow each of your footsteps
always facing, always reaching
never growing closer
but the sky is pretty tonight
And i will rest my head on your arms
and wish on shooting stars for a day
the sun will return my affection
and dream of fields of wild sunflowers
in bright summer light

i dont think i know what love is
because i see roses that should make me think of him
but i think of you instead
and the stars make me think of your freckles
and the sun makes me think of your smile
and the moon makes me think of your eyes
and i dont think i know what love is

I dont think i know what love is
And when you turn to me and smile
and braid my hair with pianists fingers
And lay your soft skin on my shoulder
i think i must never know
if this isn’t love

the hot chocolate burns my throat
in the same way as my own words
and your love
and a glass of bitter orange juice
and a biting wind in winter
when im stood outside your house with no jacket
and the tears that run down my face
when you dont come to the door
and the sound when the doorbell goes unanswered
is that of breaking glass

There was something i had to do
but now its left me and there is only
The scent of oranges
and the lemonade popsicles you make
and the summer we spent by that pool
and when i danced in your kitchen
and the movie we watched together
and the sun
and you