serenamatthews:

There goes the moon,
feel it sighing away.
Here comes the mood
which betrays me today.

If you are an angel
then I am the sky
kissing your blue down,
I dare you to fly.

Sad little teardrop
like fire on my face
the sweet rain refuses
to wash us away

I dream now of floating
into that black swamp
where the dragons exhale
and your poison is dropped

Please, can you hear me?
I’m trying to breathe
as you wait there like Death
with no apple for me.

 [serena matthews]