your skin

My love is between the space
of what you see as real
my heart touches yours
in a silent ordeal
it’s painful to exist
on the outside of your skin
…if you only knew
would you ever let me in?

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love to go

wounded hearts
in empty bedrooms
cut by words
betrayed by actions
fearful
they accept their doom
only to find refuge
in instant relationships
it’s the dream they dream awake
to run away from a world of fakes
but who’s the real betrayer?
is it their dream or its creator?

shelf love

Darkness is in the critic
that finds flaws in my love
perfecting it and shaping it
to sell me as tough
I’m not on discount
although I play myself to be
maybe that’s why my love fails
miserably
my smile comes with the package
seducing you away
it’s the way I found to say
unwrap me lover boy
and grab me real tight
make me your new story
of endless love and light
I may be a dreamer
a sucker for fantasy
knocked down by pain
I am humble and insane
lucky day for you
you just found the best of me
little do you know
that you’re buying gold for free

Spirit friends

I feel the spirits of those who passed
as if I’d been there too
when in darkness I find my peace
where there’s nothing I’ve got to do
in their words I find my truth
in their dreams, hopes and fears
long gone
but which I feel are so near
only they know where I’m now
in this deep sorrow of mine
that if I said I didn’t love
I’d be lying