Marshmallow clouds
Softly weeping...

Within my somber daydreams
I was born a mystic desire...

She tries to be a lady
but her moods are often shady...

I made a silent confession
when dawn kissed droopy...

I enjoy the comforts of my writing style-
mixing flavored koolaide to exasperate...

I wrote a song upon a tree
that whispered in the night...

Deadly mascara dances under the moon, as night...
forbidden behavior goes unnoticed as feverish...

You
are the...

Traveling upon a memory
with organic pleasures...

Lily petals dance
pink lemonade, sweet sunshine...

There you stand in all your glory
Labeled vixen, saddened quarry...

Intoxicating
trees of authentic design...