Flowering fields in the rain.

I broke this evening, like a opera singer in a room full of cyrstal. It was my fault but I needed to get through the blur of my self inflicted tunnel vision. I hold your heart inside my bruised and battered rib cage, I dream on the roof of a car seeing with your eyes, holding you hand in my head full of dreams I knew were a reality. I breathe with your smog filled lungs, I taste your cloves in my mouth, I feel your gloss upon my dry lips, I hold onto what was what we never dreamed could become so true.

Now I’m here, just blank here, so blue, staring out of the snow covered window, icicles in my hazy view. And all I can hear is if it don’t come easy….

When I lay in the still silent night i hear the beat of you heart as I lay upon your chest. I gold your hand while we rest just because we both get too hot and bothered so close. I wear your clothes beause it’s all that is left…