Dreams don't come true Especially when you wish a curse On a star meant for wishing It's an invitation to the bakery of death Cakes for passing, penny for your desires? . I wish a curse on every wishing star And every stray eyelash, a prayer in a festival What's the point of trying to paint With the ashes of my old Postcards, polaroids and pins? . Dreams don't come true No matter how how hard you try I've wished for it all, believe me For the edges of the half drawn maps To be completed, every line for discovered land . Have you prayed under a meteor shower like me? For every birthday to be the one I'm six feet under Rebirth, riddle me till the ice cracks under my feet I'd imagine emerging from a poppy,   Blank papyrus skin, ridden of cities, undiscovered . I'm wishing a curse on a wishing star tonight Listen to my cursed chants from under your Warm baby blue duvets and walls to barricade all The clouds overhead will hold hands again The stars hidden, stars bleeding, melting . What is the curse I wished for, dare you ask? if you stand on the dye stained roads Nuzzled under a coat, biting against frigid winter You'll see me standing, almost like stone Wishing a curse to stop longing, fulfilled forever . Do you regret knowing that I longed for, A fire burning my map-skin to be extinguished? No paper cups stained with white powder lipstick Or empires that rise under gambles, fold away Gaze at the empty night till lesson learnt . You have a desire too, don't you? Dreams that have been set out like a torch Your solitude kills no one, my funeral is empty Golden candelabras and blood soaked aprons Please, call me selfish, I'm ending my own pain . Stop lying to yourself, stay under your duvets It's raining diamonds now, the stars are falling The world beats no longer, but it will never break Isn't it funny? that I chose to have my funeral Surrounded by pink pillars, everyone staring . Dreams don't come true, nothing is real anymore Black cakes wrapped in gold ribbons It tastes like bloody jam and bloodier chocolate You shattered all the mirrors mirroring the old you Till you pieced yourself to feel longing   . You're the selfish one, aren't you? I did you a favor, the world has stopped But that doesn't mean that it won't begin again You let longing grow out of control, all-in The jack of hearts slicing through my paper heart . Am I six feet under? Or just under the surface? My funeral is a pity party, poppies for rosies You wished under the last star, like a lit candle Melting and hanging on to it's last strings To make the old world long again . My map skin is outdated, is it not? Your carbon city has turned purple, has it not? Skyscrapers a vintage sunset, men slumped over The afterglow of dusk came with daylight Hum-di-dum, you are becoming cake crumbs . The salt roads tighten under daylight The afterglow a bittersweet high, Your solitude kills no one but yourself The world will move on, with a new heart One that doesn't beat off coddled bets . You're still here Standing on the liveliest street of the city Diamonds at your feet, death road avenue You long for too much, your mirrors are distorted Worlds ridden of greed, but you still can't see . I want you to shatter, love, Shatter like everyone else has Shatter till you realize that Longing like mine is more painful than Having no longing at all . . aureatemoonshine

And a lot of things that i must say

They say it's simple, they say it's easy

lost

crushes that we have and then discard into that trash can

sitting

in the back corner of our mind? Do they ever accidentally make it into the recycling bin? Do they ever want to

resurface

and resist decomposing? What ever happens to the compacted

crushes

we repress?

Where does the compost go?