Fruity Perfume

She sips the devils tea and dances late into the night. With lips like lemonade and eyes that could cut you in half. The boys steal glances from across the room but she pretends not to notice and just walks pass.

Maybe I stood to close or looked to long but you looked right through these eyes and deep into my soul and grabbed ahold of all that I know. Drawn towards the light like a moth to a flame. Now I am living with a tear I don’t know if I can repair; so I keep my head up and push on for all the other days and other ways before you came along.

I have heard that its better to feel pain then nothing at all but the thunder crashes down from all the tears you have caused to fall. A trail of broken hearts stream behind her across the floor. Her blonde hair and cute smile would fool you if you thought that she cared.

Hot summer nights under the same moon light. A million miles away but I am sure your alright. Did I do something wrong or was not all love was made to last. That’s what i get for trusting my own eyes, she is drinking from the rim of another mans glass.

Inhaling just one more drag from this stale cigarette and I’ll watch it drift apart into the dark. I still love you even if your don’t care  I’ll try not to show it but I promise it’s there.

-Holeinthefabric

Dear luck, leave a message after the beep…

Maybe I just have been getting out the wrong side of this bed but this four leaf clover is not bringing any luck. I’m not worried about black cats, walking under a ladder or stepping on a crack. This lucky rabbits foot just gave my rabbit a limp.

Not going to Waste my time wishing on stars. Looking for fortune by flipping over rocks, I’ll cherrish my friends and cast my dice. So shut off the lights so I can whistle in the dark. My night light may not always work but, luck has never been on my side.

I would rather break a thousand mirrors then look behind me for whats to come. I”ll kick off my shoes and lay my head back down and daydream in the nude. With my heart on my sleeve I’ll change the way you see.

So pass me the salt and I’ll spill it twice, life does not change until you change your life. Not looking for love where ever it can be found, Ill leave that to the broken hearted. I’ll be spreading a love thats like a disease but if your heart stops beating don’t worry you see. I’ll be there to start it again by breathing a little love in.

Signs of Better Times

You will never find meaning in life until you find the beauty in death. Everything gets worse before it gets better. Is death a curse or a cover letter. We will never know until we set forth into the unknown. Regrets only a chance to do something better.

Tie the rope and don’t let go.We claim to have the hardest of  lives ; living, loving, and losing all that we hold. Yet we will never know the world from someones else’s eyes.

Is fate set in stone or a matter of chance. The rainbow collides with the sky but never touches down. Throw a rope around the sun and we will bring the daylight down.

We only learn to love when we are hurt the most. The  lowest of days only means the brightest of times are on there way. Sailing up into the sky we will open are arms and learn to fly. There is beauty in death and pain. While love endures without restrain.

Death Bed Poetry,

There is not enough faces of the hearts in this deck. Neither have I learned to love enough to lose it all yet. Born to a world that runs from their pain and all I want to do is wrap myself in you.  Is it one more day complete or one less to lead. Your love a smokeless flame engulfing the wicked and lighting my way.

These late nights awake are caused by the empty words the doctors speak, but it has just brought me to your grace. Only an undeveloped pebble in the sand but you hold me in your hand. Father of opportunities all I ask it to touch your face. A hole in the heaven above, the sun and moon will light my way. I listen carefully for your voice when the wind blows its tune.

Each breath I take leads me closer to you. I swim forth into the darkness naked of pain and empty of regrets. If the life I leave casts a shadow on you; cherish this moment for its been told death is certain, but love shapes the mold of all things beautiful.

How can so many hate when the truth of love is to coexist. The rain beats down upon the ground and, all that I have learned from life is to love with all that I have.  Accepting death but not ready leave this life; I look to you, and if you choose I will see the light.