Strategic ships,
Sunkissed sails...

In a broken wooden rocking chair,
I cut my long, vermilion hair...

I’m being pulled in two different directions
Trying to match up to two different sets of...

It's not my place.
I can't help but fume...

Prison gates:
Walls built 20 stories toward the sky...

Like peering through the lens glossed over with...
Rusted, metal, corroded, but unstoppable gears...

Icy chills and red hot thrills
My hands shiver from your glance...

Butterfly Wings
I type away on the keys to my laptop keyboard...

As the vectors point
Daringly...

The words flood to my lips,
but the gloss keeps them sealed shut...

A weight has just been lifted.
a feather floating softly, now...

I've planned to make it through the day
Without shedding a single tear...