Same Sky, Different BirdsTwo heartsTwo worlds apartJust a passing phaseIt wasn't
it's notRestless desiresThis feels like my home nowNo where else I'd rather beNothing else I'd rather doHear my mindAnd see how my heart worksI am exposedVunerable to youHow long can it lastWith oceans betweenHow long can you waitI cannot stayNo movementsOnly words and picturesYou are learning stillYou are loving stillI am tornIn two placesLiving two livesUnder one skyI want to get lost in youI want to touch skin with youI want to embrace youI want to be able to love you
Butterfly BulletsOne kiss and they are released,A thousand butterflies liberate from their dark skeletal cage,Like a bullet, strong and fast.They flutter daintily on my skin,Cascading down my neck and entwined in my hair,Then tiptoeing towards my chest,Where they rest in complete gratification.When suddenly they disolve,They become cruel and biting words,Vicious and unkind,Harsh and hurtful.They torment, curse and blame,Salty tears they bring,And my past wounds open again.Soon after, they decay and die,Ceasing to exist,They become nothing,As do I.I am nothing now.
Coconut MemoriesHe arrived in a small green car, approaching quite fast. As he braked hard, he reversed into a parking space. She glanced over. She wanted him here, but what was it that she wanted to say? Every thought possible raced through her mind, but she still stood looking a bit lost. The wind had picked up and her long hair was being tossed about. Her eyes look bigger than usual, an expression of thought upon her face."I'm here." he gasped, panting for breath. She didn't know what to say."Well?""Sorry. I didn't mean to drag you out all this way." He looked suprised."Do I look bothered? Come here." He embraced her, smelling her hair. It smelt strongly of coconut, a smell he remembered from happy past memories. He didn't want to let go.She let go."My train goes in 5 minutes."He looked down at the floor."I know, I know." He holds her close again, smelling her coconut hair. He knew this was it. This was the last goodbye.The train arrived at the platform with a halt, the brakes sqeaking as