The realization of my thoughts,
my actions...

My nerves brush against my heart
Bare the struggle of a tedious event...

From afar the angel holds her breath
until the skin is bruised to the core...

Summer songs sing of love
ever so sweet...

~im not sure if this works~
The softness of a dream voice whispers...

Sweet song of the heart
sh. . . quiet down dear...

Tilt the level of kindness to match
the weight of a kindred heart...

The eyes of an undesirable child
expands with the renewed truth...

To start off as abounded
soon turns into strength...

Where is the beauty in a loss
of untouched love...

Emotion is a solitary state
captivated by the source...

To question what she knows
to stumble...