Kissing A Picture, Just Wishing A Kiss Past You.
From Love To Games And Chess Has Bloomed.
Love... But Its All For Not, Not For Gain.
Insane By Rights I Control Not The Calls Of Pain.
"She Loves, She Loves Me Not", I Say So Plain,
On A Rose Born Only Thorns And Pedals Of Razorblades.
This The Playing Piece As I Sit And Settle The Board.
Playing The Game Of Love In The Center Of Storms.
The Beautiful Things Climax To The Middle Of Palms.
With Arms To The Sky, Hands Wide;The Lightning Rod.

This Puzzle Dances The Table, Love's Scrabble.
Yet I Lack The Last Piece To Release Hates Grapple.
Had A Spark That Set Passion On Fire From Flat Colds.
Now My Hands Struggle As I Try And Color The Ash Gold.
Try And Creat A Sunscape From A Rainy Days Damp Haze,
Standing Up Steady, With A Heart Held Of Bandaids.
And Now There's Is You. I Try Not To Care,
I Continue To Mend My Woods As Another Grew There.
Try As I Might, This Unicorn Forever Dances The Light,
Allas I'm A Horse Of A Different Color... Dark As The Night.