Poetry

He cries
He cries to the breeze
That it sweep unsaid truths clean
But my lies lay unscreened in thought streams


He cries
He cries to the night
That it hide your magic from my eyes
But the night sky does not weep for a wish leaked
So I dive in my dreams you flow so deep
The lies I do not speak. you. go. so. deep.

He cries
He cries to my trust
But my trust sleeps with a heartbeat
that he can't touch