10 December, 2014

If by Chance

These lands, they miss me
but not as much as I miss them

You are all so disappointing—
Exquisite, released love

I want to be adored
by a beautiful man

I have no control over
whether or not I have hope

Nothing is set,
castles rebuild and recrumble

Spices drift up out of garbage
smiling, love spread wide open

What do you consider
love to truly be

Sonatas master standards
and dried paint still flakes off

I saw you inside Blue,
missed lands never remembered

Someone brought popcorn,
salty adoration spilled and left