My orchard
Where golden sunlight streams amber through clear...

Starlit dew drops heavy on woven spider nets
And glances at a heavy fire horizon moon...

This isn't how it was supposed to be!
You were meant to be with me...

Blood lines carved into skin
Curves with my frail wrist...

A dove circles the sky,
heart swollen drunk...

Everyone's looking down at me
Excepting what I will never be...

Cut you out of our love photo,
Put it in my Pandora Box...

A flash of fiery eyes from across the room
Between the exotic dancers of the blue moon...

My problem is
I tend to forget...

Faced off the earth and rose from the ashes
I don't know why but I'm lost till the crashes...

Sable hair, raven eyes
Doesn't see her own beauty...

Senses failing in bitter timing
And gold-plated life stopped rhyming...