O Cherubs graceful;
Ophanim so just...

Golden honey dressed in silk,
does the light of which still bounce...

2015-05-26
Charismatic breezes of lost potential...

All that bangs against my reflection
on the other side of the mirror...

I am a writer before I am a human.
I know this because of how heavy...

With divine grace did she dance
inside the rays of moonlight...

Nay be there pots of gold,
but colourless depravities...

You sat in my window,
singing ironic love songs...

The faint noise of shallow footsteps
echoes across these empty hallways...

The ideal place of peace
for a liar such as I...

I never even once cherished
how radiant her smile is...

When the twilight of sincerity comes,
they shall cut themselves free...