Angel's Trumpet

I can see the emotional pain and neglect in the gleam of your eyes,

I can hear the loneliness in the sighs between your lies.
How were you able to try for so long, when the words you yearned for were already long gone?

I can see the happiness in your smile,
when you’re as far away as you can get from all of your trials.
I can see the little boy trying to call out to the little girl inside of me.
Why is the universe against all our beliefs?

I can see the way you yearn for touch, the closeness, the intimacy of your long lost love.

Why do you force yourself to stay in the dark?

The spark that emerged from warmth of your touch,

It was beyond comprehension, and it was too much.
The feelings that flooded, that reminded me of him,
What kind of predicament did we get ourselves in?

The entrancing state that we both feel,

The absence of pain is more than surreal,
Couldn’t I see you were drawn in with words?

The words that finally filled the void of your soul,

You want to stay and keep collecting more.
What shall happen when we realize this is why we will burn?

It’ll be too late,

We’re already torn between a kiss and touch,
It’s already too much
and
we’re in too deep,
This is why nightmares haunt me every time I sleep.

Cherokee Rose

You were sitting in silence,

but no one knew,

The demons were fighting inside of you.  

We’re still reeling with emotions from the shock,

Your mind was winding

 like a clock,

Ticking away

 hope as each hand progressed,

the lines you already started we were far than impressed.

You turned to the dark and it held you close, couldn’t you see you were a Cherokee rose?

You relied on each other like a match to a flame,

 You didn’t know,

and it was already too late.

You tried to call out in the night towards the moon,

 but all that

Echoed back

was the sound of your doom.

The trouble you shouldered all by yourself,

Like the bottle of whiskey on the shelf,

It kept dragging you down, like weights sinking to the ocean floor.

You were drowning in pain and could not take anymore,

 Even though you already chose,

Couldn’t you see, just this once, you were a Cherokee Rose?