Day 145 – Dangerous

If your heart were a piece of crystal torn from your body
I would keep it in my pocket, tuck it under my pillow
I would horde it for myself in Gollum’s cave

If you were a star resting high in the evening sky
I would wish on you, share my hopes with you
I would love you from a safe distance

But you are standing here before me
not a star but just a man
you are still the things you’ve done
and you are loud, you are thunder
you are dangerous


Day 9 – Tempera Paint

Tempera, tempera, tempera

Safe and non-toxic
It is and it ain’t

Were you a sinner
or were you a saint
You wouldn’t live long
on tempera paint