I'm the story you never told. And I'm telling your story now. I'm telling the secrets you want to hide but can't keep hidden. Listen, as the fire crackles and the cat curls up on your lap. Listen, as your hair stands at uncanny reflections. Listen to your heart, screaming. listen, and dream.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Smelling the Roses


The tea's gone cold now
Music has faded into the night
You feel its cooling breeze against your skin. Despite that,
You still feel the heat

I hear Josh Groban crooning
His voice melodious and soothing
I’m in a sanctuary you can't get in
I feel safe, finally

He imitates the acts of others
Failing to recognize the loss
He loses himself in the course
Forgetting who he was at the beginning

She takes off her masks
And lets her clothes fall
We watch her fall from grace
As we realize the ugliness between

You sing loudly and unrestrained
Making everyone cringe
Unknowingly they fall under your enchantment
Your sinister smile grows

I let go of your hand
And run free along the darkened skies
I smell the magic in the air
I feel amorous tonight

He guides us along a rocky road
Dancing and spinning all the way
As we struggle to keep up
He disappears into the moonless midnight

Her hands bloodied and sore
Still rhythmic and steadfast
She moves elegantly
Weaving her enchantment around us all

Your hands create exquistry
Magnifique screams out loudly
Finesses undeniable in your works
They stop for a second glance

I dance along the cliff's edge
Unafraid to fall into the chasm below
Knowing you'd be there to catch me
I smile and release my inhibitions

His hair like molten honey
Shines brightly in the twilight
We follow the mystical light
To reach this Adonis figure

Flawless she is
As she pirouettes majestically
Her cold blue eyes pierce your very soul
And only you see her cruelty within

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