Sneaking into her covers, zipping up her
backbone like the amateur costume that...
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...