I’ll build you a castle away from the drought, And we can dance in our own puddles of sorrow- Bleeding out every hue that ever existed.
You lit up my world, Now you shadow it.
So what can I do, Besides nothing?
Pretty little thing with your colorful petals, I heard a storm was coming- cover up; Don’t let them all notice the way, the thunder causes your body to shake. Or the way your petals snap in two, when the heavy drops of the rain fall- and put a damper on the cracked concrete that you grow in
Please don’t stay, Please don’t leave me.
You bring me the Sun and Moon at your pale weary palms, Your tilted wrists glinted with dew drops of sweat, You hold the Sun, exerting faint balmy breaths of gold on your right hand, And you grasp the pale white- lit rippling silver pool iris of the Moon on your left, You took the glistening bronze celestial orbs from their faded folds of the silk threaded heavens
the lights push their tiny twinkling mighty fists through royal orange tinged ozone cloak where in the northernmost cheek of Lady Angeles Her court’s Hollywood sign summons the ghost
Chains and Cages weigh us down, Yet deep inside, we hold the key. Look around, and you will see, The endless state of mystery.