From the day we met
you stopped my breath short...
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...
To forget or not forget
Neither is my question...
My heart
not so stupid anymore...
Thy tree crafted with God's power,
be but a resemblance of thine being...
Darken clouds whisper rain,
Enchanting the earth with secrets...
C: Creative world i have
O: Oppressed inside my head...
He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...