A limp hand reaches into the void
That wraps around a crumpled form...

I stare into the silence
While I contemplate what I've feared...

Let me fly
Amongst my birds...

I -
A foolish poet...

A stolen soul
And a heart to match...

Gates of ivy and moss welcome me home
As I'm embraced by the loving tears of weeping...

Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...

Irrefutable passion sweetens forbidden lips,
Ones I crave to feel dancing along my skin...

My shining star,
When the night is late...

She shrieks within the confines of the night,
Her hopes and dreams crushing, as if her bones...

Loving her is like reading a book.
Each day that passes is a new adventure...

She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...