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ALesiach Jul 2019
ensnared by her beauty
she stares into the looking glass
vanity is her bliss


ALesiach © 05/22/2016
ALesiach Jul 2019
sun is setting slowly
a final kiss warms your body
cool breeze brushes skin


ALesiach © 05/22/2016
ALesiach Jul 2019
red roses shimmer
kissed with dewdrop tiaras
drying in the morning sun


ALesiach © 05/22/2016
ALesiach Jul 2019
Come on up, come inside!
Grab a cup, try to hide!

Hide behind your masquerade,
join the pretty masks on parade.

Eyes once bright no longer shine,
they flaunt the cracks you try to hide.

Skin as pale as alabaster,
gleams as you dance, twirling faster.

Sealed lips try to smile,
longing to taste joy for a little while.

Hands covered in spidery lace,
flutter with a subtle grace.

Soft brown hair spun with ribbons,
gently tilts, your sorrow a given.

What solemn secrets have you known,
dancing in your castle all alone?

ALesiach © 02/01/2017
ALesiach Jul 2019
Gypsy sits under the twinkling starlight,
of a fierce love she sings into the night,
but never a lover is in sight.
Will you be her lover?

Gypsy fades to a gentle slumber.
Will her dreams be light or thunder?
Will they dwell on life's duress
or a lover's sweet caress?
Will you be her lover?

Gypsy can freeze you, put you on ice
or she can take you to paradise.
Do not forget to hold on tight
or into the abyss you will slip at twilight.
Will you be her lover?

Gypsy stirs in the morning light,
her dreams are gone like mist in sunlight.
Did you read the message in her eyes?
She will be waiting in the night.
Will you be her lover?

ALesiach © 09/19/2014
ALesiach Jul 2019
Cold and gloomy is the night,
not a single star in sight,
Even a haze is about the moon.
Surely something horrible will happen soon.
The radio has static,
I change the station.
Wait! What is that I hear?
Please let it be my imagination,
Justin Timberlake and Justin Bieber
in concert together.
Surely the end is near,
feel the world tremble in fear.
Wait! What is that I hear?
There has been a mistake,
you have been pranked.


ALesiach © 05/29/2014
ALesiach Jul 2019
The Sandman comes to her around seven,
she prays for dreams sweet as heaven.

But sometimes the dreams,
awaken her with screams.

Monster do not always come in closets,
monster sometimes seem quite modest.

Awakened in a cold sweat,
frightened near death.

Nightmares do not always come in dreams,
nightmares do not always make you scream.

ALesiach © 09/19/2014
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