Trust me, might you,
And take my hand...

Always waiting, that's how you left me
As I lay crumpled on the floor...

Ordinarily, I sit upon the black comforter that...
Dreaming of oceans I've never seen, skies in which...

My generally dormant mind wanders;
Traveling to places so divine...

I sit at my desk
My paper staring up at me...

The stories told of carriages, fairies, magic,
Princes searching for their princesses...

From my perch I fell
Scars prominent and haunting me...

For the first time since I last loved
I've smiled so true yet so slight...

Breathe the air, cool and crisp
Refreshing is it not...

Every time you touch me, my heartbeat quickens...
My knees grow weak with each sweet and gentle kiss...

Beautiful and angelic she stands before me
Yet a frown colors her face blue...

I sit on the edge of a brook,
Thinking various things aloud...