Smothered by this weightless white sheet,
I become sightless, unable to see.
With no benevolent light,
how could one have any sight?
Need of the star kills,
but she perpetually fills
our bleeding desire full
of her warmth and the pull
that bring us to life every day.
I crave her, but there’s no way
to satisfy my wishful want
of killing this dreadful taunt
of her face: bright, lively,
the only way to revive me.
-Ryan K. Fuller
Where it was where it is where it will be again
the sun sets the sun sleeps
the sun goes down on the living
Living dying dreaming under the moon's glow
the moon sings the moon comforts
the moon cradles the people in her arms.
I feel your love
Is like a coat
Just wrap it around me
While, in air, I float
I know some have said
They wanted to throw it off
But me, oh no I just
Want keep it on and scoff
At the peoples who don’t
Want that coat or its warmth
Because I do, I love it
Because it is so warm
So I keep it on
As I plan to keep you
Because we are so in love
It’s so perfect and it’s true
~Chrystal
Written on
March 27, 2011