time: 1:02am
music: goodbye my lover - james blunt
mood: melancholic part2
she found a picture,
upon the floor,
describing all the worlds she saw:
candy apple clouds tracing through purple skies
leaving trails of melancholic cries,
breathing down
on cognitive stars,
she saw the milky way written from afar.
but, think as she could, think as she might,
she couldn't erase her heart from sight.
she is tired. but my words have only just begun,
these values are set reversed in scorching sun,
when night falls red and white down empty streets
and silence slips beneath the siren scream
she wanders to the point where rainbows meet
the shore, to drown within this dream.
but this is a story about a boy
the more than a two-dimensional face
the more than captured from polaroid dreams,
the greater than the faceless hands held on the streets.
the presence transcended on momentary relief
to surpass the meaning of eternity.
he was the identified personality of her new life,
the blissful laughter painted in quiet chaos,
the self-adhesive element in she
that kept her heart to her mind,
her character to her face,
personality on a canvas
and her joy tracing from corner to corner of her lips.
the boy who wanted to be her harsh critic because there was no truth in her,
but there was only truth in the girl he wanted her to be.
the boyface i wanted to trace with my fingertips like a map to my heart and say,
"you and i are complimentary beings.
-the end-
