my sky seems vintage

Fresh paint smells good,
Just transforms into an ache too soon..
The paint on my window chips away too fast,
My sky seems vintage

Rest on my shoulders (he said)
Though there isn’t peace there..
It’s in the free world where they fly
It’s in the sky,
But my sky seems vintage

come black...

Lofts filled with old toys
Get me a new one that stays new
Bite my lips twice, too hard
Let the honey turn black

All colorful to see
All tainted
Colors bleed,
Bring me a colorfast black

Leave that old dusty cloak
Leave the mask behind today
Undress the layers
Loosen up the strings
Come imperfect
Come unfettered
Come like you wish to
Come black

take it back...

Replace my blacks with your blues
I m not flying anymore anyway
Keep the wings
Keep the change
Leave me high or rather low
I m not going any sky anyway
Don’t make love
The worlds know,
That’s what they kept screaming about
And my ears all yours
The bend was best left untouched
Sacred seemingly little known secret

always was

Hopeless moth,
Flies til it falls down..
Flies till it burns down again...
The fire didnt suddenly turn violent,
It always was...

wait

A wait too long...
A breath too restless...
My love's tread is soft,
But all day i hear footsteps..