This face of mine
something i hate the most...
Oh red rose with all your thorns...
How can you look so pretty...
Almond eyes glare back at mine
Pouring black rivers of tears...
You promised that you would take my hand
and together we would buy some land...
Soldiers on the oceans waves
Horses with white main...
Pieces of my world scatter.
As I grasp to my last bit of hope...
Masking weakness in human clay.
Breaking the pressure that built the day...
Moonlight rise from the trees
a round white figure one can see...
Heart beats like the fluttering of a butterfly...
A mournful song in the distance sings...
Every night
a ritual will start...
Transfixed by the movements, the musical vibrance,
We move to the tune of invisible sirens...
There was a 15 girl name Olivia. she was walking...
her friends house Sammy. its late at night...