AsleepArt

Eye sore for I wait in rounds of moonlight full Flesh designed in yellow, crippled skin In sevens nausea ensues Carefully the ruling sea tips her crown Cradled in cherry blazed horizons The sun is always full. Eye sore for lies dipped in night A hook for the fish A brook where he will be caught In eights the comedy There is no map for stupidity. Eye sore after years, ill at ease, of words that fall Forgive me. I love you. I need you. I miss you. Eye sore for ears when they are not here We forgot to protect each other. That is what lovers do. Heaven will bless you in everything you do.

On a boulevard where eternal mansions line against the toes of the tall mountains In a formation that only the eyes of wide hunger built Using my feet as chariots My mouth as open as the space that has come between us Swallows a death of you. My wish has come true. In my ugly way To forget Your pictures and clothes are still hung on my bedroom walls Because I love you And it hurts too much at times. Its almost like your ghost has been lifted without you ever even dieing. Music doesnt remind me much Not of you at least. The boulevard stretches all the way to the room where I will sleep for one more night. And as I walk The desi