Empty Handed

Your body stained red

But your hands were clear.

As bells chime closer 

You run from your fear. 

A stammer of goodbye,

Your colorless hands 

Wave tears to my eyes. 

Staring ahead

At the light that departs.

You're already dead

But alive in my heart. 

Sinking Feeling

Two years of beautiful lies

And beautiful times

When we'd lay on the bed 

With the world at our feet 

And warm our toes 

In the echoing sea. 

And we'd wait until morning 

And creepily sneak

Up to the top 

Of every mountain's peak. 

And we'd remember the threat 

Of waking from sleep

But we'd make the best 

Of each memory. 

And we'd hold tight to the thoughts 

That danced through our heads 

And bled through the sleeves 

Of each parting dream. 

And never did we swear 

We won't make it 

We can't fake it. 

We believed in a fate 

Much bigger than ourselves 

And we paraded through halls

Much deeper than hell 

And we fell for each other 

Like drowning in wells 

But our souls floated upwards 

And rang bucket bells 

And safe we remained 

In our bodies 

And stairwells. 

Beautiful Days

I miss lazy barefoot Sundays 

Spending half the day in pajamas 

Tied tightly around your waist. 

And my hair was up with 

Yesterday's makeup across my face. 

Acting as if 

those were our most beautiful days.