Please disregard anything
anyone else
And please tell me.
I’m blocked up.
I feel like we both know something and we don’t want to tell and it’s starting to hurt
And it’s not just the cold.
I don’t know whether to be hurt or flattered.
I wish you’d say something.
I’ve always been one for secret romances.
God damn it, you don’t get it!
And I wish you did, but I can’t tell you, you won’t believe me
You won’t respond, and then where will we be?
I don’t want to just like you, I want to love you now!
And make sweet music in my heart
And be every cliche in the book with you.
I trust you more than him, anyway.
So this would be everything, but not everything.
Your move.

The sleet falls on my lips, it tastes sweet
For something that makes the air so gray
I’ve never tasted anything like it,
It is cold and sweet as the water of fantasy
And now my heart will grow
I have room for you yet.
I’d love to taste the snow now
That it falls solid on the ground
Would it taste as sweet?
I’m sure it would, if it kept falling
We’d catch them on our lashes
We’ll catch them on our lips and tongue
And that’s where they will melt
Into a sweet beverage, unlike anything else.
That tastes of earth, and rain, and fantasy
None of the acid rain that falls so heavily
It will be as pure as we let it.
And we’ll never taste anything like it.
And though you’ll stand by the devil til the end of time,

I promise I will never tell…

You ought to be all mine.

You’d think the first arrow would have stayed a while. But it was fired too hard and too fast, and it shattered.
The second one had no chance, but I took it. A feeble attempt, but I believed it could make it. But, it shattered what was left. It hit my dignity too.
Now there’s a third. It’s staying, and no one knows. No one can now. But if the wound could spread and last, I shall never remove it. Even though the shards of the first two are still there. That’s why no one can know.
There’s too much debris.

I’ve noticed recently that whatever falls from the clouds
Tastes sweet and refreshing like the wood.
Be it cold snow, heavy hail, it tastes of nature.
And all we can do is complain about it.
But how often do we dance in the rain?
Taste fresh sleet from the sky, sweet on our lips and tongues.
Or catch snowflakes on our eyelashes
So your eyes shine even brighter.
And the white crystals bring out the blue.
Kick up the loose flakes and laugh
Let it numb our senses.
Jump in newly-formed puddles
Dance and sing in rain streams flowing downhill
Kiss while it slides down our lips and we drink it in.
How often do we dance in the rain?
To dance in the rain is to dance with nature.
To dance when the snow freezes everything is to be more alive than ever.
To dance in the sleet is to enjoy it while it is both.
They all taste of nature, and rejuvenation.
So let’s kiss in the rain
Lie in the snow.
And catch the thick sleet on our tongues.
Celebrate what is fresh and untainted.