If I'm a mouse then you must be the mousetrap,
except you don't need the cheese;
your eyes are pits you fall into.
They're dark like the night sky,
yet they shine like the stars above.
I wonder if you notice the umbrella
I hold above your head when it rains,
but then again probably not; watching you go
reminds me of watching balloons slipping
from my grasp, and they're drifting up,
until pop, and you're gone.
Maybe you're just a graveyard,
harboring dead souls within your body,
and your voice is a death sentence.
Maybe your mouth is my coffin,
and your love is a blue rose,
so wonderfully impossible,
reaching for it will have me
falling l
when the gates to heaven shatter
and glass falls from the sky
watch as you indulge yourself
with the dream of a once upon a time
with the ink from your wounds
painting the world ash grey
maybe i should find solace in you,
my everlasting day.
