it's sweet, they say
like candy on a summers day
or whispers on blue lips
the way we lie
the way we kiss
poetic, or so they tell me
like we purposefully write tragedy
like this is how it's meant to be
adoration unknown
with a touch of
sorrow
beside my bones lays your skin
the home with which you dwell in
your eyes shut tight
your skin soft shades of white
and my hand is in yours
soft and small and thin
we're a contrast
physically the same
mentally of one brain
but burdened with separate
pains
but you're beside me
if nothing else
you're here
and we share a bed
of silver
but when i open my eyes
to the warm summer skies
you lay a ghost beside me
