Submissions by Mr_Rose

Let me give a glimpse
Of my mind
Satan in my casket
She wears a red dress
With a smile that blinds
The logic inside
I confide
A summer night
I was high
         Should have said it then
But if I reminisce
          It'll change to blood
This burns my sternum
Cupid's eyes glisten
I confide
I shot him
I stabbed him twice
He was already dead  
Decayed by my touch

I admit
I need to give it a rest
Too young to love
      Younger to trust
The hills have eyes ...

No door
No bed
Not my words
      But a book on the shelf
Not right, but a clock
Leaned against the wall
Two bodies
             Few words
           Few said
Night out
          Lights flickering
Something bleeds of blood
Not by choice
           Survived
Still flames
      scarred sternum
Trust
   A gift, a curse
For better, certainly for worse
Time heals all
                     But wounds
No door
No bed
Not my words
             But a book on the shelf  

There's a blizzard drifting
Through the city
I'm holding onto a tree
Underneath the streetlight
Where I first saw you

And I know it's coincidental
That I'm stopped here
But I hope to catch even a slight
Glimpse of you
Standing on the other corner
Of the street

I wonder to myself, subtly
If I would ever have the chance
To meet
And look deep into your emerald eyes
But it wasn't meant to be

That was years before
Now I'm on my own
Holding a tree, underneath
The streetlight ...