Watergun

A gun made of crystal
Convinced to be tossed across the floor.

Everything that once whispered,
Has grown louder than before.

A shot of a bullet, sanity stolen.
Organs delivered, life line swollen.

It's only a matter of time
Before the ice begins to melt.

A willingness to climb,
Escape from the seat belt.

Draining out the poison,
You know that lungs decay.

The crystal is left to be shattered,
Pull the trigger, pick the bouquet. 

The Crystal Hearts

It glistens in the light,
It sparkles in the sun.
It shines, through dips and cuts.
The hiding places that make it up.

In silver, in gold.
In bands "forever."

The significance, the circle that is an eternity.

We walk, we hold and this is love.

We are crystal recycled.
We are crystal, fragile.

Too easy to break, too beautiful to look at.

Quick to shatter, delicate to learn.

This is love.

Indescribable and filled with beats.

You need to fall, to feel.