To float with my bruises
like lanterns in the starry night...
If I asked, would you breakaway with me?
To a place for two in foriegn lands...
A mysterious lady I have become;
for I have located myself within...
Hook me to your day,
clip me in a key chain...
There is a women who
Lingers in thoughtless...
If I were to be a Sonnet, per say
the moon would guide a path of silver...
Spring-time carnival
air abuzz with excitement...
I'll never stop writing about you.
Upon the day when spring...
It wasnt the
summery days...
As I stare into the sky,
all I see is twinkling angel eyes...
I lied to you
with vanilla scented candles...
Years ago they were made
in their mother's womb...