Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Flame

The day is half decided 
Dreams run through like heroine 
I can't brush you off - 

It's the needle parted into 
Heart beats - 
Running defeated and half empty 

Tell me the secrets we hold in our hands 
Stretched faith and shot glasses 
Filled with nothing but moments 
As the miles go on like a nightmare 
I can't wake from - 

For every verse is yours 

Like heroine 
Coveting 
All that is mine . 

All I've become 
Is the day 
Half decided .