A ghastly face remains still
unable to fully communicate...

Dreamweaver, I beg you to send me perpetual petals...
sweet blushing blossoms that resemble your brave...

Wishes are solely based
on how one's imagination can run...

My shattered soul waits
-for my prince to come...

I hold onto
-butterflies...

Broken sappy branches
discolored with infirmity...

I rest silently upon
sun-kissed meadow...

I imagine you and I walking on lover's beach
my fragile hand fitting flawlessly into your grasp...

Pour your innocent heart out child
hush away any distracting sound...

Melancholy tears release
locked up sadness and despair...

Clairvoyant magic mint eyes
dissipate fluent black blood...

Dainty snowflakes twirl with elegance
falling upon our separated lips gently...