The swirl of skirts
The sound of glasses clinking...
A dark caped shadow
Doth creep the streets...
What is perfection?
That which full fills life...
A long time ago
He was a wondrous being...
Breeze through the trees
Whisper of the wind...
The sweet scent of your hair
Is gone from my life...
Sad and so lonely
On my face, a fake smile...
Sent away
When night was fading...
On a dark, gloomy night
When all is not right...
Walking along
On a warm summers night...
As I begin to lay
On crisp grass so green...
Dressed up and forced
Into something not me...