The Wailing of her lit Body

The stones that cover
gracious patches,
of wild roses
floating carelessly upon the water,
mystically forming the
strongest love within her
for love flurishes without cure.

A mistic goddess
overtaken by desire
a longing look abid her lips
when her eyes blaze mighty fire.

She wails, she wails
as her sins stand untestified,
and shes longing for a moment
when her tears are not cried.

She wails, she wails,
in obstruct anguish foreseen,
for she still vaguely remembers
the girl she's always been.

She wails, she wails,
from the agony
that tares her broken
and the blossemed rosy cheeks
and the dreams never spoken.

Cremated findings,
unleashed in thoughts,
of rubbish and remains,
for I watch thy kingdoms horses
with their unbrushed manes.

And every tear
stings someone else's face
and every smile competes
with the sun
when nothing but
the tears are faint,
and theres no where else to run.

Suppose your body surrenders
to the burning flames ignited
and now its time to lose faith
in the tears that are always sighted.

Ashes to ashes
dusk to dusk
and theres a girl that lives in me
she's trying to escape mistakes
hear the wailing of her lit body.