Inkpaw

sounds fade out 
and colors dim
the only light 
is from your chapsticked grin
as we dance 
and laugh 
and sing 
out of key, out of tune too
but I don't care 
and neither do you

hate is like acid 
eating away at your soul
making you bitter 
and scared from sharp words
hate is invisible
until it's not 
hiding under sickly sweet smiles
and seeping into your thoughts

silver glass 
coating trees
thick white snow 
and wet dead leaves 

golden sun 
dripping warmth 
melting popsicles 
and warm rainstorms

crisp air 
filling lungs 

I want to lay here forever
beneath the cloudy mist of sleep blurred eyes
and pillow tousled hair 
I want to stay here
where it's warm 
blanketed in the half forgotten dreams of last night