Galaxy of blue and purple, I trace the reflection of stars With fingertips dewy in birth And death on my breath; Tsunami of a butterfly is The wind at my lips, I kiss The clouds that confined me.
I didn't find you most beautiful after all those hours you spent on your makeup or shaping your lovely hair into its tiny strands. or the outfits you wore that hugged your frame so eager to catch a hungry eye I found you most beautiful after the makeup was smeared or washed away your hair a mess from the long night and your outfits nothing but balled up fabric strewn across the room and all those barriers you put up for others came crashing down under the weight of your smile thats when you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I wonder how you are.. If I tried to talk to you would you respond? Glare at me with those perfectly frigid eyes? I'm told to give you time.. You're "probably still upset". I'm sorry for being the cause.
you smelt of cigarette smoke too often and you asked me what I believed in I said I believe in the way my knees shake when they hear your voice I believe in the way babies cry when they see life for the first time I believe in the way the sun always rises in the morning and sets in the evening I believe in the way my stomach becomes so twisted and tangled when your eyes entwine like ropes with mine I believe in the way soldiers are sometimes at war with their own mind I believe in the way my head starts becoming dizzy when you talk for a long time I believe in sons and daughters finding their mothers and fathers in graves they've never seen before I believe in the art of leaving and moving pain for the night to come so it can hit you in the morning I believe in my bones shivering to hear your name again I believe in the type of love that hurts breaks and bruises everything you thought you needed I believe in the stars and how they just are you smelt of cigarette smoke too often and you asked me what I believed in I wasn't lying when I said you -(k.s)