Con Permiso.

Can I please ask for a favor?
Pardon my erratic behavior,
But I feel the need to confess: I'm in utter distress.
And you are a brilliant shade of red,
a brightness inside my head,
a feeling I cannot shake,
a sight that is too much to take.

Can you please carry my guilt?
I'm buried beneath burden's I built.
But I feel the price I paid was too much for anyone to obtain.
And you are a rain shower in the street,
too perfect for anyone to meet,
a golden dove,
a kite flying above.
...and I'm floating down below.
Singing for you to know
that I cherish you entirely,
exactly and completely.

I’m floating down the street.

I’m drifting right past your feet.

I wish you’d pick me up.

I wish you the best of luck.

But the night always makes things darker than they appear.

But tonight, I am darker than I indented to appear.

I’m swinging from the pier.

I am wallowing in fear.