She says she's going to be a tree
with birds...
You are a complex of irregular emotions
trying to define yourself...
In the presence of love
All the beating hearts stop...
Unknowingly,
I swallow you in slumber...
She wears her heart braided 'round her wrist;
a bohemian scent...
Smiles unlimited
showers of genuine love...
Past deceit, lies and sins linger
with bones in my closet...
Whisper memories of fairy tales,
Jack and Jill with water pale...
Haunting my dreams and stealing my thoughts
The ghost of you shall never stop...
Stare hard,
when piercing my soul...
Forgo the amenities of luxury
I'm in my revelry...
Splatter red on my canvas, so pale,
and watch the paint drops bleed...