I am magically hypnotized
by rich symbolic oils...
She shivers with cold
yet mindlessly lowers...
She gives me unfailing hope
in the days where I let go...
A ghastly face remains still
unable to fully communicate...
Dreamweaver, I beg you to send me perpetual petals...
sweet blushing blossoms that resemble your brave...
Wishes are solely based
on how one's imagination can run...
My shattered soul waits
-for my prince to come...
I hold onto
-butterflies...
Broken sappy branches
discolored with infirmity...
I rest silently upon
sun-kissed meadow...
I imagine you and I walking on lover's beach
my fragile hand fitting flawlessly into your grasp...
Pour your innocent heart out child
hush away any distracting sound...