meeeesh

written in '09

Expose a life.
In snow, it's white.
But in her I find: I never knew this,
and occasionally, aging with thee, I mind this.
Though beautiful bliss is a kiss I break wrists,
and it show's and we're certain it blows. I might miss.
Eventually eyes will find mist.

Mine insist that they froze when a certain death rose,
and all the prose that they wrote were only curtains of hope.
Until the seems fell, it seems our scene has seen hell.
Means well, but I felt all this flirtin' amiss.
I've seen sails overtaken by hail...'The lifeless.'
My guess? That's exactly what life is...
Inner shapes that we drape over all of our conflicts.
Mine persists untill the fools who rule desist.

The lips --
The rule of one disposing every one of our gifts.
Like an eclipse, that we found with a face down in dirt:
a true dessert, following every thrill of the proud earth.
It never hurt like this. I guess my heart's proposing,
Exposing. Every angle shown had froze me.
An angel slowly blowing in my ear.
She found me here, and I think it's only fair --

-- to float.

Let's hope they follow suit.
Paying attention to our binding roots.
Then follow. Take it from my hand and swallow.
"Tomorrow's always gonna be tomorrow."

Find time to actually go and find the appled eye.