Red Hot Glaziers
The world is whirling inwards
My heart is bleeding sand
Your eyes are bright blue glaziers
Melting in my hand
Our life is contradictions
Trouble seldom comes
But we create the mass of it by twiddling our thumbs
Midnight's seems ages away
Night hesitates to rise
We want the sun to hide away
With darkness comes surprise
The world is winding itself up
My heart is coughing dust
Your glazier blue eyes melting fast
Your steel heart forms rust
Fake Up
Her mascara runs down her chin
Isn't it the simplest thing?
Her lips left behind, bright coral on a napkin
It arouses the curiosity of those who come across it
Doesn't it make you wonder
How a stray little thing
Can get blown out of her purse
Into the wind
And the fool who captures it
Will wonder days on end
Over what is so meaningless
Isn't it the simplest thing?