busted

fall in love they say
on your knees and pray
she will come your way
if not now, then someday

tear down the walls they say
that contain you
restrain you
indeed, sustain you...

she melts the ice with a blow torch
and a casual statement or two
her mouth is warm and friendly
and i drown willingly

willingly,
and chillingly,
quite swimmingly...

the stoic is dead
the ship is aground
the graves are ripped:
Emotions, freed, now abound

its a summer i didn't see
come to visit chaos upon me
and i embrace it with open arms
now, at last, i'm breathing.