I gave to them a single rose, which they didnt...
And once upon their hand it turned the darkest...
I don't do it.
Sheepish little grins lit upon the ceiling...
Ever flowing, ever changing,
I am the wind...
We walk into the forest
not far just a few feet...
I'm not cute.....I'm beautiful
I'm not smart....I'm brilliant...
Thickets in while birds fly out
why do you cry...
Hope
bringing...
Once there was maiden, named Jayden,
who thought she was fair and beautiful...
I'm immersed by my own flow,
set within the blond view...
Of all the cheating and the lies I hear everyday,
Of all the silent screams without the words to...
Truth is a harsh judge
who peels away deceit's mask...
Make your lies and make them plenty
Waltz around the room like you're so connoisseur...