Love Story

Its a panoramic view

It circles above

Catching every glimmer of a smile

Every laugh

(There must be laughter)

An embrace

(There must be that too)

And back round music

Something sweet, to match the mood

To bring the want

The desire

The jealously

The joy

All the appropriate emotions evoked

Then you'll know you've got it

The perfect moment in time

The scene of a first kiss

Or a first date 

The first of anything

Anything to do

With a love story

 

3 a.m.

Its 3 a.m.
And I'm lonely
Sleepless
Restless
Bleary eyed
And spinning
The bottle of liquor that sits on the counter
Looks at me
The bottom third of a bottle of whisky
Sits filled with an amber liquid
Its taunting really
The way it sits there
This inanimate object
Bringing such comfort and such sorrow
Sighs and tears can't seem to quiet my thoughts
And the single bare bulb hanging from the kitchen ceiling
Makes the light eerier then it really should be
I sit in an awkwardly made wooden chair
Cutting me off right underneath my shoulder blades
I hold onto the counter tops and lean back
I hold onto the thought of you
My head hangs back
My broken heart seeming to break the slightest bit more
And I take another drink
Its 3 a.m.
And I'm lonely
Sleepless
Restless
Bleary eyed
With a broken heart

Crash

I crash into you
Like moths to a window
Like a spaceship to the moon
I crash into you
Like its all I've ever wanted
And all I've ever feared
Your pretty face
Your pretty smile
Your eyes that shine like the sun
Everything that has encompassed my dreams
And then I crash into you
Dreams colliding with reality
Resistance and curiosity
Fear and joy and cowardliness
Clarity and confusion
Begin
All when I crash
Into you

Bodies

Tick tock

Bang of a glock

Top shock

Bodies get rocked

Time stops

Heart beats pick up

Nameless named faces

Don’t leave any traces

Bullets and shells

Rain down and men fell

Feet start to run

The butt of a gun

Hangs in the hand

Of a stone cold dead man

Tonight

Tonight tonight

Tonight at midnight

When the clock strikes twelve

And the owls begin to question

The stars start to shoot

A galaxy of pistols

Bright lights stranded in the open sky

The crackle of the leaves under foot

Of small rodents

At midnight

The world transcends

Into a deep ocean of darkness

There is a silence that hangs in the air

You can feel it

Like a heavy wool cloak

Wrapped round your shoulders

It makes the sound

Of every slight intricate noise

Ring so high it makes the heart skip a beat

Every stir pierces the nerves

And quickens the breath

Bare feet down a paved road

The cool of the air across ones skin

The prickle of pebbles under foot

The moon shining brightly

Though the clouds roll quickly in and out

Wisps of cover for the night

And tonight, tonight

Tonight at midnight

I open my eyes

To a world that’s fallen asleep