*this is a poem I wrote a while ago, it...
Ripped from his world...

The rhythmic beating of the clock
The sway and slant of wind...

Have you ever noticed,
How there are lines...

The gloomy grey murk
Settling on moors...

The solemn sphere descends in light,
And only shows her face at night...

Blazing beauty burning bright
Ruby rose of morning light...

*ok, i wrote this a couple of years ago, but i was...
She could not see herself...

Love is all around me
I swear it's in the air...

So many years I waited
Waiting for my prince...

Skin as cold as ice
They said I mightn't survive...

The night is cold,
And I'm so alone...

Silk spun webs
Of happiness...