dark flight

was it the bumps, the red lights or the billboards over cast with the bruise of your with held words
left only with your over dramatized actions and silence I can only guess
the heat disappeared and the good girl too
poetry was bleeding while the old soul was pretending it had every hunger satisfied
dreams lay dying, limping in to the defeat of the deteriorating narcissistic night line 
blurred bylines
as the arch of the lyrical move that bound flesh to flesh said this is not enough
night terrors replaced what once named itself love
the perfect place to hide became right there in plain sight
light slanted through city streets reflecting what the soul knew but couldn't say
we say we're the same but we change a little every day
forgiveness makes itself at home  but only after its too late
too broken is the heart that loved in vain it was a given until tranquility was forsaken then rearranged
once you were silver tongued and your words danced and you made stars your warriors to win her over
silence followed conquest  and wings beat against cage bars dismantling the beating heart
when you won't listen dreams disappear like fire flies taking flight in the dark