pent up on a lonely mountain i am waiting to fall, i remember what i am in the slow exhale. i wont tell you because someone has mona lisa eyes. i like purple in Bb and A. sometimes it feels smooth in baby blue, thats ok too. i am not afraid of the silence. i am afraid of not having anything to say. i see the same passing smile. i wave inside. i dont know if i like myself more than she does with eachother's eyes. its ok if i never know. i am going to say thank you tonight. then start admitting its my fault, then i'll be a brave man. miss misery, i am not sure if we did not hold hands that i would have ever walked the stairs and empty space between me and you, all that white noise raining down to settle out blue and black behind everything thats collapsing still the same. i'll love you anyway. but i want to share a cup of tears with my queen so we can redraw beauty in forgetting our names, thats what they say will keep the rain away the gray plumes inside of me and you bellowing through the holes in my ribs and the pores in my skin, please, save me if i save you. painting lonely mountains on the falling face of a passing smile.