I know a boy in a colorless world
Says I’m his light in all that is dark
And my mind is his … his to unfurl.
I had tried a thousand times
To turn him off
Mend this part of me …
What’s the cost?
When in his eyes … I’m found; and in his hands I’m so … so lost —
A mess for them — On my knees for them …
And I am His …
Dream-like discord – your desert of loneliness
My Heart, you’re the deepest blue
But in your arms I’ll lie…
When every song is you.
You speak to me in music,
The only words I need to know –
For in this Heaven I can’t undo
The way your darkness fills my glow.
Oh Love … Such sorrow
Much to repair,
Gentler the soul we need
With the greatest of care.
And is this real?
For all he says and does unblinking
Makes the better part of me
Slow to thinking…
Since such illusions are easily constructed
When listless — though wanton hearts
Have suffered — silently —
And played their parts.
This boy in my colorless world
No, he is not of my rhyme;
How his contradictions speak…
Constantly to my mind.
But, My Love, play upon my skin …
All the notes you see within
And, for you I will give it all —
To die beneath our sin.
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