Glass Skin

The moment our eyes meet
A glassy sky, the color of the wind
A lonely carousel spinning around
I wave my hand
A voice that’s faded, more than just guilt
Tomorrow, I’ll leave myself behind to sleep
More fleeting than tears in a comedy
Taken away, soiled as I am
Here I am

The morning after, I peek through the window
Awakening my sleeping skin, my hand on the wet canvas
Spring scatters life along the river, floating away, where to?
I place my hand on the heavy, closed door
The remains of the parade, the silence today
Laughs at the fact that I can’t sleep
More fleeting than tears in a comedy
Taken away, soiled as I am
Here is love
Colors dancing, painfully beautiful
Taken away, soiled as I am
Melting into the dreams I offer

I bleed as my way of making up for everything to you
How heavy is blood?
Happiness and sadness are too close together
The hands of tomorrow, born pure as they are
I can’t see you through my tears anymore
More fleeting than tears in a comedy
Taken away, soiled as I am
Here is love
A Ferris wheel where I can look down on you
Even the melody that crumbles away
Is sweet, beautiful, and terrifying
Shallow words exposed to the sun
Touch the heart where the key burns.