music+passion=love

sweet brown eyes,

she hides when she cries.

won't let her tears hit the ground

she despises, laying on the floor, face down,

screaming, bleeding, what has lust done,

no where near what love can become,

time and time, left to clean her own mess,

no more beginnings, better start a perfect ending,

this unwilling desire to be more than who you are.

tainted. swallowed. stare into the desolate.

 find nothing again, just like the first time you did.

writing will block out, what you can't.

your mind wanders in places you won't let it.

forget the future, keep your eyes on today,

if you close them, you might lose something so dear,

you couldn't beg for them to stay