her with the milkweed hair
standing silent in the forest
i gave my heart to years ago
shed my skin to rip it out
bare hands and all
poem
angel of the
crescent moon sky
she makes my
heart
sing
if we can't find gold
in the days to come,
why yell at the
sun?
picking between my
c
r oo
ked t e e t h
the hurtful words
whom
hide from daylight
can' keep livin'
this life
in such disarray
eating away at my brains
the hateful stress continuously
seeps in
d e e p e r and f a r t h e r
as bleached as the sun
drained
from the red heat
these worn eyes have been
through
oceans and grey storms
silence fills the room
as my teeth begin
to grind
silver dawn
him with the unbeautiful
mind
will see through
the sheer lies
above the mountains
forms a silver dawn
the home to precious angels
whom don't know a
goddamn thing and butterflies
sing low music
come to me
a red rose blooms in my
palm as the slivered moon
rises
