My closest friend is myself, although he may lie to me, at least i know the lies to be true.
CHRIS ALLCHINMy closest friend is myself, although he may lie to me, at least i know the lies to be true.
CHRIS ALLCHINNow i’m like you, just a memory floating across, this now foreign land.
CHRIS ALLCHINI want to hear your secrets, to learn their weight, and bare them as my own.
CHRIS ALLCHINYou’re my bad habit, on this dark planet, light up my world like stars, now they’re ashes.
CHRIS ALLCHINYou cannot force a vine to grow the fruit of an apple tree, for the sake of your love of apples. What fruit can it possibly bear?
CHRIS ALLCHINI revel in the solace found when gold rays caress your sleeping face. Blissfully unaware of the beauty they’re revealing.
CHRIS ALLCHINThese empty halls are crowded, this silence is too loud. Shadows they call out, now i’ve lost what once was found.
CHRIS ALLCHINI don’t want to forget you, even though its best to, now you’re just the empty space, in my bedroom.
CHRIS ALLCHINMy blood is fifty percent alcohol the other half was you.
CHRIS ALLCHINA cherry blossom refusing to bow to the seasons; fighting off frozen winds fiercely, for it knows the power held in the beauty, of its bloom.
CHRIS ALLCHINContemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.
CHRIS ALLCHINIt seems strange how we look in the same mirror, yet what stares back, is so painfully different.
CHRIS ALLCHINOf all the roses in the bush, you have the sharpest thorns.
CHRIS ALLCHINYou are a drug that my blood forgot, it needed.
CHRIS ALLCHIN