blues on the worn out heart

or a show of the morning crystals
on a flower bloom as sweet

then i stumble onto you

as a sunset graces moonlight
and my moods a fancy treat

when thinking of you becomes
 a bite of my lips....

to bleed...for the need. 

as you show you do not care
with a trickling of falling tears

with my every step to meet
on these tired blister feet