Part I: Shattered
Her angelic face begins to fade, Radiates inner hate feeling betrayed, Being called ‘lame’ with my name, She’s sick of this useless game, Focuses on what could be made
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Feels like a dream can
someone pinch me?
Or don’t, I like this scene
where you smile at me
Secrecy
Dance to this daydream
we can make as one
Serenity
We remove dirt from
our eyes like vision in
the night as our dream
are no longer make-believe
Almost
…we pass
love notes away from his place,
He wrote down my name with ink I
thought would never drip as rain
pours on my fingertip,
Bridge
Light shines as wooden
branches parts the way,
Butterflies flutter by as
God’s feather wipes my
glassy eyes and untangle
my vines