Scrape off my skin passionately
crumple it up, delicately destroy it,
Throw it carelessly on the floor
and pretend its last nights dress.
...
As it drew closer to the time for souls to rest
I found myself awake
I felt my eyes tick open
And my heart tock close
...
I found myself one day sitting upon the sun.
I remember being blinded by solar flares
and dodging debris baking in the atmosphere
I closed my eyes afraid to be just another piece
...
I failed to notice the color of blue until I saw the faintest hint of yellow
become brighter as we exchanged moments in time.
It took my gaze from the depths of each expression of days reunited
with memories of ago and I was drawn into the gentle way
...
What if Cinderella
was never meant to attend a ball,
but she was merely dancing around
an empty bedroom
...
Every night I sit on my deck
I dont do anything special
Maybe have a drink
maybe a cigar
...
The beauty of her was not within her life itself
but within the destruction of herself
over and over to continue her life.
It was never destroyed for personal gain,
...
Torn between two.
the sun set is orange.
Stuck here.
Going no where.
...