Awakes in midnight
My Eyes search for light quickly...
Deep in the bowels of a delightful, fairytale...
Sits a little cottage nestled between two weeping...
Dreams dance elegantly upon the silver
moon beams that tumble over her window...
Once upon a twilight,
I would prance across...
I watch feathers fall
Upon emerald green grass...
Your soul is a harvest gold
phone booth...
Tonight, he'll make her beautiful
in the finest worry suits; all raw...
I left England back in the old age,
belonging to the same iris's, soul...
With tones of words, in my mind are confined;
I try as much as I can, but I'm unable to rhyme...
I nestled in blanketed memories,
morning specs of daybreak chose...
Our respirations were the rise and fall
of euphoria itself...
To the wolf operators the rebels hail
The POTUS says that you will surely fail...