Dear Always

Dear Always,

Staying up late trying to remember what it is that I said would be with me forever.

Take a look at what you've done; take a look at what were breathing. Is it the word

of an angel or a yellow, broken heathen? Are you a liar or a lover, a chain or a redeemer?

Am I stuck trying to remember and trying to atone

for never carving my redemption through your pretty white bone?

You slip out fron the lips of a sinner and a saint 

Staining the comfort of a void with with your harshest ivory paint.

Lets all give in now and hold our hands together

in the semblance of something our burning hearts do not remember.

Maybe tomorrow will be better when it isn't tonight.

Maybe the fighting will be over when are tinted light.

Oh fickle, empty thing I can't recall

Promise me Tomorrow is not the end

Love, All.