Takiichi

i keep dead flowers in my window in hopes that they're just pretending.

My Forest A tangled web of greenery Fading slowly into red See the falling scenery Leaves plummeting, dead Lie crushed on the ground Memories of a better day When hope could be found Now consumed by my decay I walk between the trees Sadness staining the air Whispers hang in the breeze Soft words of cold despair Serenading an unwary ear This cold sorrow stings Feelings won't disappear And the misery it brings Further in the wood I go The trees grow more dense A world draped in shadow Clouding out every sense I'm numbed by the pain Every soft spoken blade Cutting through me again All my scars have stayed My route remain

Cold and empty, vast and deep Am I alone or do you merely sleep? I sing pretty songs, with voice oh so strong Never a reply do I hear what am I doing wrong? I see others forming bonds, finding love, carrying on So when will I find you? Before or after all else is gone? I search and search, through currents fast and currents slow Are you searching too? Perhaps somewhere far below? You must be out there, somewhere I've yet to see Singing your own song, are you calling out for me? I've yet to find you, yet to hear your beautiful song I know you're out there, know we've both been waiting so long One day we'll find each other, we'll meet in

You drown yourself in liquid sorrows, letting the salty mess burn your wounds, and the sadness to drip in your mouth, consuming your words and you say you deserve the pain, but I want to dry your face, and whisper in your ear how the clouds cry too, while they hold such beauty, and so do you.

You pour your heart out to me, and are willing to submerge me in an ocean of love yet when I see the water rushing towards me, I convince myself I don't like to swim

When you see her cry you get a rag, a gentle delicate clothe lovingly grasp her hand and dab its tip to dry each tear as they come and ask each drop why it'd leave such beautiful eyes. If she wishes to be in the sky Tell her to go Take the sun ransom And replace it in the sky So you can see her every morning and plead for her To return each night. When you see her scars Both visible And non touch each gently like you might caress the broken wing Of a dove and remind her that for every hurt that she's survived has only made her that much more unique that much stronger. Show her that she is worthy of love That she deserves the love she