the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

I Would've Sent You Flowers

You have to be out here for something
Everyone is out here for someone
Let our red ribbons go undone
Let it slip so smoothly
So soothingly
Against your hair
Against your skin.
It feels cool and refreshing.
But it's still the same,
Faces stay fixed
Once fit in a frame. Guilty of what
You didn't want to be blamed for.
The jury's quietly hung because I'm sure
Your name is the magic
And holiday fear
Cheer
...It might as well.
Your translucent shell was made for lucid dreams,
But it's Christmas Eve
And still I wish we didn't leave.