ars.poetica

cuz im hating life now
standing in the rain now
smiling as you left
i whispered, do you know what its like
to be second best
ive fallen to hard to see the truth
the contradiction locked inside of you
ill do the best i can to let you go
dust myself off and try again
you see it working with him
even when you spend
your time with me
just friends is all you want
i guess this is one game ill never win

A Natural Selection

this beauty of a mess

falling from the sky

disregards logic in any form

it has no taste in life

nor a suit to call its own

brushing off all attempts to label its shade

"i'm pure this way," says the flying mosaic

succumbing to gravity when its time is up

"i know my end, and can see all the world on the way down"