Our DanceWhen I feel like dancing, I think of you.I move for you.Do I sparkle for you?Am I the apple of your eye?I move for you like a breeze moves leaves in the spring time blossomI sparkle like a sunset oceanI paint a picture of peace, of solace, of absolute truthOn the blank canvas of the night air.I have become da VinciMy body is my tool, my song,My voice among the silenceWill you sing with me?Together we will fill the sky so full of music That even the heavens will envy us.The trees will sway to the musicWith the hope of looking as lovely as we.And even though all the world is watchingWe will be free to move with
My Dark CanvasMy soul, she weaps in color. And the color of her falling tears are red. Like drops of rain they cascade to the floor, thick and frequent, painting pictures with their crimson hue. Pictures of memories long since lost to the fire of my sorrows. Sweet pictures of you and I. These visions of grandeurtorment my soul to the point of insanity. Can you not see it my love? Here let me paint you a picture as my life spills onto the greying floor. Let me paint you a picture of my affliction. And just for you my love, I'll sign my name in Blood.
TiffanyI turned off my lights as I approached the building. I didnt want anyone to recognize me. A car as cherry as mine is bound to be noticed no matter where you go so I had to take proper precautions to not draw attention to myself. Like I said before, I turned off my lights. As I drew closer to the building, the hot pink neon sign shone through my windshield and illuminated my face. I looked in the rearview mirror but there was an odd man staring back at me. The face was my own but the man in the mirror was not me. Not really. Why was I here? Flashbacks of a terrible fight with my wife earlier that evening played through my mind, and that