My Wuthering Heights

Caught in a tree, trapped by willessness
Time passing as the winds sweeps the hair from my face
From a distance some matters might not seem so intense
And from a height such as this, one's heart might not melt
Observing and releasing the truth as you captured it, and
never letting yourself be fooled
It seems so easy, but when a visitor stumbles upon your path
To offer his kind words and intentions
The shady branches on which you find yourself become
the last obstacle between you and own honesty
For emotions are rarely like maps
And it just might be you're not only risking your selfish, emberrassed heart
But, additionally, that of someone dear
Whom you wouldn't dream of hurting with a reply they deserve to hear
Alas, the wall comes down
Sensibility knocks you from your tower
The higher the treetop, the greater the fall
A lesson of great value for you to learn;
That tastes may differ between two minds
It's not supposed to be a reckless kind
Gauge the worth of the ties you trust
Not all are honorourable to return...

Unfinished

A grimace of the past makes its way into my future
Without boundaries to limit its damage
Without force to diminish its demand

A Crime of Passion

In a tunnel; ancient old and black

Suffocating all that’s left

In the hopes of gaining your lost trust

I will report his well-known theft

Stop me not with stolen memories

That might put my pride on pause

Holding on to distant remedies

That you’ve heard of once before

In a prison; safe to store my soul

Contemplating a reprise

Now the cracks inside my heart do show

Just what has kept me alive

Pain me not with poisoned promises

That might cause me to regret

Reviving the fire in my eyes

That I thought better to forget

In a fortress; host to hide my heart

Echoing my faint desire

In weakness it is I find myself

As the lies cling to the liar

Invite me not to watch the sun go down

That might melt my solitude

Catching the stars out of the sky

That once belonged to me and you