red against whitegrey against blackblue against purplefloats around endlesslyalways covering the eyeshiding itself from the outsideand it always bumps into anothercausing more distress to itself each timehug tight the hostand register the heavinessabsorb the positive around the hostuntil it has had its filland moves onto another host
I'm drowning againThe youth is not coming backThe reflection of mineI can't dare to look at itLoathe and nausea comes creeping inYou were long goneThe moment I scared ofThe thoughts that comes backI'm living because I can't dieI don't have anything I want to doIt's nothing that fills me againNumbnessThe thing I barely know ofI'm drifting againI'm falling againI'm crying again
dark blue reminds me of himthe color of the ink pen he wrotethe color that i saw wheni heard his voicethe color of himblue.azure skies.i stared up into the night skytracing the constellations with my pupilshe make me green.he make me yellow with happinessand blue at the same time.night sky is my favoriteas i lay in backyard of emerald grassi smiled up at the heavensthis sky is the color of his eyes
I could snatch a day out of the late autumnAnd set it trembling like forgotten springs,There would be sharp blue skies with new leaves shiningAnd flying shadows cast by flying wings.I could take the heavy wheel of the world and break it,But we sit brooding while the ashes fall,Cowering over an old fire that dwindles,Waiting for nothing at all.
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven?Did I sing -- too loud?But -- I can say a little "Minor"Timid as a Bird!Wouldn't the Angels try me --Just -- once -- more --Just -- see -- if I troubled them --But don't -- shut the door!Oh, if I -- were the GentlemanIn the "White Robe" --And they -- were the little Hand -- that knocked --Could -- I -- forbid?