It sank to the bottom of the sea,
At the end of the tragic events...

I'm standing in the rain, the drops merging with...
heartbroken, lost, trust is now merely a myth...

I dance with shadows so proper,
Their kisses against my bare skin...

Cage this winged heart,
And it will never fly again...

Deep in the bowels of a delightful, fairytale...
Sits a little cottage nestled between two weeping...

Golden fields of honey painted wheat
Dance to the songs of fragile cardinals...

How can you say you love me,
If you barely know who I am...

I stand on this bridge
In the middle of two...

If you, my beloved, believe
The truth rather than my attempts of scaring you...

Weathered stones depict
Mother Nature's canvases...

Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe he was right...

A shadow walks behind me
Whispering, giggling...