Blue
My arm rests
against a cold glass window...
and I'm waiting...
I'm waiting for my blue eyed innocent,
My beautiful heartbreak,
to come home to me...
Streets breath
a surge of whispered and shouted souls,
and not one of them is you.
I'm so cold...
The city bleeds
a river of sorrow and detachment.
of indulgence and decadence,
but I find no joy in it all
without you.
I want to reach out
and like a God, sweep aside these streets
clear of all human debris
until only you remain.
Until you are all I see
and I can wrap my arms
around your warmth
and keep your hands in mine.
I would not let go,
not again.
I would rip myself open
and reveal everything that was once dead
and show you how I am now alive
because of you.
Where are you? My heart is folding into itself with regret,
please...
come back to me.
Please come back to me.
My eyes of burnt scarlet stare back from the midst of city lights and darkness
but I only see blue...
I only see blue.
