Inkpaw

The way you laugh
seems to stop time
and the twinkles in your eyes
whisper of wonderful stories
moments captured by your liveliness 
and seconds cherished by your heart
the things you don't say

Please don't go
go and it'll tear my soul in two
two, me and you
you with your eyes made of pine needles and ice
ice like my room at eleven at night
at night when I'm lonely

words flow in my blood
ink leaking out as my tears 

while my heart beats a song 
made of life

the paint that covers my skin 
is the proof of what happens 

snow falls 
cushioninig the blow
i am lost 
and i can't find home
flames flicker 
contained inside the hard iron doors
the fire brings warmth to my skin 
but inside 
it's still a sin 

paper ribbons 
forming rivers 
of thought
maple leaves
dried and pressed betwixt pages of time
in the folds of my mind
wordless explanations
and insufferable rhymes
growing from tree roots
are ideas