Black is The Night, because you are gone
it's Tragic, traumatic: you're imprisoned for a time dinnertime's come and I'm roaming the streets with the aura of melancholic love instead of having dinner here I die to have me near you Mom overemphasized us as problematic lust as if desiring you, I was forbidden to love a crazy ordeal or what? I don't know. I don't think so! Rediscovering what it is to feel alive again even without you as I pave my way through my studies of L.A. homelessness isn't only physical anymore sometimes I feel without you, like a vagabond myself waves roar and our bodies begin to die I open my third eye - I feel numb number than numb black is the night because you are gone autumn seems never-ending I wish life were mending I need a direction but for now, all I have are these words I yawn til the approach of dawn spring is your mellow eyes sparkling with Hope and Destiny summer was our bodies loving lust the desire is now more than we could ever get from this far in your arms, I swear I'd find rest this must be a test Do you wonder of me? Can you feel when I hide? Did you fall from heaven, he asked How do I find my way without your brown eyes? why does my mind retrace every moment we had - as if it still exists like that noon in Tehachapi watching the crows, as we cuddled beneath a Sycamore Earth is the place our heart: the palace we came to perceive love: the chalice and believe there is more than this tragic sadness I retrace your self-inflicted scar one of your ex's inspired you to the stars favored us afterwards but for this season, you're gone I reckon, you are still in love is it with me or am I not your love? que puedo hacer? si lastimosamente podria ser solo alguien mas en tu mente tu amas a otra o sere yo tu presente? do you call out to me between your cell and daydreaming? do you write letters? do you write letters to me or to another? it doesn't matter - you send them out to the ether, anyway. Destiny was our bodies loving one another... -Stef Michelle
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it's Tragic, traumatic: you're imprisoned for a time dinnertime's come and I'm roaming the streets with the aura of melancholic love instead of having dinner here I die to have me near you Mom overemphasized us as problematic lust as if desiring you, I was forbidden to love a crazy ordeal or what? I don't know. I don't think so! Rediscovering what it is to feel alive again even without you as I pave my way through my studies of L.A. homelessness isn't only physical anymore sometimes I feel without you, like a vagabond myself waves roar and our bodies begin to die I open my third eye - I feel numb number than numb black is the night because you are gone autumn seems never-ending I wish life were mending I need a direction but for now, all I have are these words I yawn til the approach of dawn spring is your mellow eyes sparkling with Hope and Destiny summer was our bodies loving lust the desire is now more than we could ever get from this far in your arms, I swear I'd find rest this must be a test Do you wonder of me? Can you feel when I hide? Did you fall from heaven, he asked How do I find my way without your brown eyes? why does my mind retrace every moment we had - as if it still exists like that noon in Tehachapi watching the crows, as we cuddled beneath a Sycamore Earth is the place our heart: the palace we came to perceive love: the chalice and believe there is more than this tragic sadness I retrace your self-inflicted scar one of your ex's inspired you to the stars favored us afterwards but for this season, you're gone I reckon, you are still in love is it with me or am I not your love? que puedo hacer? si lastimosamente podria ser solo alguien mas en tu mente tu amas a otra o sere yo tu presente? do you call out to me between your cell and daydreaming? do you write letters? do you write letters to me or to another? it doesn't matter - you send them out to the ether, anyway. Destiny was our bodies loving one another... -Stef Michelle
nice poem. good lyrix