glitter
tip-tap,
in this silly rain
for the lonely me
inside this tomb
who cries out
without words
for the blazing flame
of another’s heart
to lie beside mine
yet turns away
from the heat;
no more,
screams the foolish me
with fearful heart
that is scorched
by every glance
and scarred
by every smile
so in this rain
i wash away
all feeling
please stop,
whispers the dying star
of my crying heart
that yearns for joy
against these bolts
that strike with dread
nailed into my skull-
love me,
the world begs,
and i reach out
with these shaking hands
to the burning flame
that embraces my skin
and could not burn
a single scrap
of my gold heart
that yearns without fear