In a poem for you
What do you think we should do...

You sit across this wooden table,
A reflection of innocence meeting with me...

Hail is spatting into your own space
You still feel like a cold disgrace...

A mistress with life who will never be owned
A traveler between the adventures life offers...

Underneath his layers of protection,
Lies a hansom knight in white armor...

London Bridge is falling down
That's what the old lady said...

My dear Father of the Universe,
I cannot seduce You with beautiful words...

Your distance cruel but now my soul can breath,
I'm finally becoming more me...

You disappeared; gone to this world and me
The one who allured me...

Tear it off and let me out
So that I can leave for good...

Savoring on you
The ocean that carries...

It has a pulse!
She shouts...