let this year die

there are cracks of blue in the sky filled with grey, and on the cracks of blue i make my wishes today. i wish the beauty that you could be would break the surface of your misery, i wish that our love could come as naturally as breathing… i’ve always been such a dreamer, i guess that is why i’m still believeing that i have a chance to change how things went down, that i can make you smile when you feel like you could drown. oh, i love the lie i made of you, cause all the things that made me love you are forgotten by you of fiction written by me… stay strong. i’ve been trying very hard to do what i’ve been told…. but falling out is harder than falling in, falling for so long, what a long time it’s been, and on tiny scraps of blue sky i’m wishing again.

it’s midnight but the sky looks so blue, just let the light wash over you. the world takes on a black and white apperance, not as if things could ever be that simple, but it’s nice to pretend, if only for one night… fine, i’ll dream that all the jewels under the stars are mine, i’ll simply dream of holding you one more time. white puffy ships float below an errie bright eye in the sky, an uncommon breeze rolls over me, warm and comforting, like her touch. lost in the lunar illumination i think to much, helplessly my mind turns over the same thoughts again and again, they bring a strange happy kind of sorrow that i don’t want to end. it’s so early in the morning in the middle of the night that it’s hard to tell what’s wrong cause nothing has ever been right and so many feelings and thoughts get mixed up in the moonlight.

eric w. desselle