Your eyes burned and danced between
First blue then green, then blue
The driftwood fires, beachfront pyres,
Your essence clashing too.

Cracking, burning, twisting with
The knowledge close at hand
The truth within the salted seas
That lap and brush the sand.

I had placed you there and you
Like sun-bleached ocean wood
Went willing trapped up in my grip
Although you understood...

The mark those waters left upon
Your brittle, scorched treebones
Your twisted fingers skyward
With your back against the stone.

And somehow I, though conflicted, danced
Around you both between
Consuming and devouring
Both fallow earth and sea.

I am torn between the
Sunrise and sunset
To the
Sun and Moon,
Rain or Shine,
Believe or not,
Cry or laugh
But the hardest choices from all of that is
I am torn between
Loving or hating you,
For I know that breathing will be too hard for me if I'm going to let go of you.

No one dared to look into her eyes,
For they are afraid to be a stone-like human,
No one dared to look into her eyes,
That's why no one ever saw the pain and loneliness she's feeling inside,
She used to be like us,
But cursed in the name of love
So the question that remained in her mind is
"Is it wrong to fall in Love?"

Bloodshot eyes,
Papers are burned,
Inks dried up,
Can I write my poetry in your lips?