:: it's too short to be a dance

I'll paint you with brilliant colors,
Or perhaps I'll even write you a song.

Perhaps it will be as soft as my whisper,
Or maybe as harsh as my heart.

Rest assured it will be unmistakable.
I am not one to go unnoticed.

:: indecent embrace

Perhaps you can wave my late sentiment,
 And I'll overlook the stains on your dress.
We'll call our sins even, equal to the "t".
 You'll even carry a new indifference.

Why don't we dance a slow dance, tonight?
 Or perhaps that isn't enough for you.
Nevermind the innocent, embrace the indecent,
 And I'll carry your head down to your pillow.

Rip away these walls between us,
 We're not going anywhere but here.
Let's father a twisted sheet memorial,
 Please, kindly leave your morality at the door.

:: my regret

It's a feeling of isolation.
Perhaps a lonely sense of confusion.
Given any particular moment,
I would take your place.

Maybe it's the vow implied from birth,
Or maybe it's the feeling I've had since you left.
Let's call it a sense of guilt, or even regret,
That has brought me to this place to miss you.

Come home to us all.
My brother,
My friend.