A thought for the year past and the new year that's just begun :

You've changed the color of autumn
To a deeper shade of red
The lullaby of my still beating heart
Parades through my consciousness

Just that I don't believe
In fairy tales any more
And this glass casket of borrowed dreams
Will only open old wounds again

You are nothing but porcelain
Under my stony skin
And I'll never see your pale face
Framed by your dark hair

Deny me of this pleasure yet again
All tucked away in my closet now
Another pair of lips and eyes
Blessed are the heartless, blessed be you