snow white.

frankly, i'd rather not

but yes please

i hold your eyes with a dusty key in the shape of a dented heart

i've asked what i need

and you're the opposite of burns and forgotten fingers

yet still everything i should not

tainted mind in a church?

hell, here i come

but before i go,

at least i'll know that i have made my mark

red, mellow, raw, and lingering

my little eyes cannot hold much,

but your ever-fleeting attention

at least for a second

silent, drawing

when i wake up in the morning,

i pray that my heart will remain in my chest

and my lungs in a place where nothing stops their heaving

never have i wished upon a shooting star

mostly because i miss them

but because i don't believe in asking

so fate, my fickle, foolhardy friend

let you cruel trick end quickly

so i may rest back into the blue

and let this verse end softly

so as not to awake my silent reason

resting, waiting, watching