Somewhere in the world,
where a birds call echoes the sunrise...

Your round eyes look soothed
Watching the sauntering rain...

In lapses of judgement, are we bound by fate?
in manipulative hands, sectioned as bait...

Close your eyes,
don’t let go...

a child’s curiosity,
an image of comical proposition...

Can I bare to crawl from beneath the safety?
the warmth hiding me from the misery...

Beauty:
Expressive blue eyes drawing daggers to my scalp...

I live underground,
beneath the soil I trod...

Lying next to me is my companion,
My confidence after a bad dream...

Upon first sight doth Cupids arrow strike,
One fair Juliet and her Romeo...

Padding across his territory,
Scenting for his missing glory...

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At the stroke of twelve, his soft lips brush hers...