The Act William Carlos Williams

There were the roses, in the rain.

Don't cut them, I pleaded.

They won't last she said.

But they're so beautiful

where they are.

Agh, we were all beautiful once, she said,

and cut them and gave them to me in my hand.

The absence consumes my thoughts as the glass continues to overflow.
I can barely picture your stature although the idea of embracing it remains.
You are not very far away, I could just d-i-a-l and hear the sound of that voice,
but without justifiable reason devoid of underlying emotions it is forbidden.

funny.......how I figure that writing your name over and over will cast some spell,
after my hands began to bleed the hope trickles on the paper praying for any sentiment.
the phrase insanity completely begins to take on new meaning,
while I admit that i have fallen, fallen, fallen......will I land in love with you.

all day i need this one pill this dream will live on swallow gulp jump into the unknown stare into silence as it grips you by the throat this is temporary, we will live only to see expiration surrounding all. question my motives and ill answer. this body doesn't have a warranty, its a hit or miss reaction.

Tell me I'm gorgeous even when my makeup is streaming under my eyes and you know I haven't slept for days.