The heat beneath my skin is moving faster;
Quickening it's pace until it approaches...

It was there this morning, the hair,
Now it is lifeless in this brush...

Curled blonde hair hangs down at her shoulders,
Like a little porcelain doll you can never look...

Roses grew upon my cheeks,
when our eyes locked in place...

Let me tell you a loving story;
a fairy tale if called as such...

He use to make me laugh so hard.
I would hold him when I'd cry...

She lay there still in silent,
as a tube escapes her nose...

His mind, like a broken mirror; shattered.
Piece by piece spilled onto the ground...

I await your sun-kissed face to emerge,
my heart races in hopes of hiding...

His eyes; haunt, captivate, take control.
My mind is clouded with flirtatious smoke...

Tired, sore, burning red eyes stare.
Glistening tears fall onto the carpet...

Spherical translucent drops,
fall rapidly from their dwelling...