Balancing on a tightrope, holding onto sanity.
Soundness of mind, judgment, vanity defines...

Based on the quote: Wanna fly, you got to give up...
New beginnings...

A need to be touched and caressed,
by loving hands, hugged, kissed, adored...

Tentacles of fear wrapped around a soul,
dragged closer to the precipice of nothingness...

Cards,
Roses, chocolates...

Hair the color of golden wheat.
Strands rumpled by the wind blowing...

A little cedar tree,
hidden among all the others...

Delightful candy apples.
A red caramel coating...

Will I cry, when you die?
Die, you will be gone...

In response to Shelley's, "Music, When Soft...
Voices quieted, music no longer heard...

Velvet wings fluttering in the spring air.
Beautiful creatures are flitting about...

Once there was maiden, named Jayden,
who thought she was fair and beautiful...