Beauty radiates tween conversation as
Roses mixed with greenery, remind me...
Mom
where are you...
lull me
hearing dreams...
It is hard to trust
when fear leaves...
What's this? what's this?
There's shiny things all around...
I am young enough to believe that nothing can...
That cathedrals burn and...
The fire of winter burns low and glows
spreading orange shadows across faces...
Raw,
I see every loop hole...
Turn back time for the fool and maybe we could...
forget the silence...
I see the lightening cracks in the sand;
before the storm...
All these words are ugly;
so I take a step to breathe to leave it all behind...
Tall tree, small tree
which one are you...