She's a Rose,
So beautiful by definition.
her petals a deep black,
She was a Rose with a scent
that weak man and little critters ot to avoid.
Enigmatic To her core,
truly she's was a puzzle.
Dazzlingly to look at
but impossible to handle,
rose bush thorns on every inch of her  body.
A will that's defiant,
and rebels against all,
but her heart is so pure it's alluring to it's core.

If a mask I Dawned
of secrets and lies,
and hatred that I've spawned.
Would you betray your inner self,
to stand by me?
Or would you dismay into hiding?
And abandon me ?

There once was a girl
who lived a life of secrets and lies that she told,
she portrayed herself as happiest of them all,
with laughs and smiles she would hide in crowd,
her nights she would spend,
currled in a dark room,
Silently Screaming,
and wishing she could cry.

Her days were a lie,
and her nights were lonely.
the only release from the pain,
was a blade to her wrist or a knock to the brain.

This cycle was stable and kept her in check
but it slowly  consumed her,
driving her to a point,
Where her wold would come of ruin,
If a change was not made.
A truth she acknolaged but could not accept,
cause the only strenght she could count on,
Did not exist.

An orb of silver,
Shimmering in the sky
Reflecting the light
Of the sun we so adore.
Full of light at her end
She's a dime to behold
when she's in full bloom
And a smile to adore
When she is but a crescent

The words I use to describe her,
Will tell you how I feel.
How could I not be infectuated,
When she watched over my birth
When nobody else did.
She's was a shoulder to cry on
When nobody else was,
and was a subject to write about
When nobody else was.
So I write to her in vain,
And I sing about her in vain,
And think of her when I wake,
Cause I've tied her to my fate.
My efforts to get her attention,
Have all drowned out In vain...
Or atleast that's what I thought,
for what else could be,
When her silence is all i bought.
But You See today is the day,
She responds to my words
and my advances in kind...

You see I wanted her to smile
when her form was in full,
and Shine bright when it was not...
All signs of effections,
she could not achieve,
but with a lunar eclipse
There's an emotion she can express,
Just for me...
A sign, a reaction,
an emotion of effections
For her treasured cancerian.
When her cheeks blush a light red,
I'll know the reach of my words
To have touched a soul so far beyond
The reach of my own.
She will have said all she needs to,
And I'll rest fully assured,
knowing the love of my life,
had blushed at my birth.

He still try to impress her, but why?
A priority he is not, a fact shes all but proven.
Her words and her actions,
Like puzzles from a jigsaw,
with no  pieces in the center.
Yet he clings on her words,
with hope down to his soul.
He's condemned the religious man
for blindly following God,
who does nothing to prove he's real
and condemned the very same God
on a count of faith being a liability.
And like a cruel twist of fate
in his own Life's Journey,
the only way he can attain,
A sense of joy is by the faith
that she'll someday let herself love him
as he's so clearly shown he loves her.
A joke it is really, when this condition was set,
with his afterlife on Libras scales,
He weighed his mortality wasn't worth a simple maybe,
but now a maybe holds more stock,
then his heart saying he should stop!..
He can't even contemplate choosing
himself over a girl that disregards him,
And all he can care about
is which choice will ensures her smile won't see doubt.

Pathetic isn't it.

A blade of grass,
a flake of snow,
as lovers pass
Leaving some in woe.
She walks all alone,
Down dead man’s road.
Hoping to find,
a single flake of silent snow,
She can call her own
A twist of fate, our meeting scene,
Dwn on dead man’s road.
Like that of friends not ment to be,
With a warm subtle smile,
and every piece of her damage,
she great all of mine.
and single flake of snow
would send us off to hide in the cabins down below,
and as the  flakes of snow
would surely start to fall,
and all we could see were the seas of silent snow,
as far as our minds could go.
But enjoy the scene I could not,
do for I was trapped in trance of blue,
I looked above her buttoned shirt,
saw no flaw apon her face,
her smile,
her jaw,
her chest,
her *******,
down till her waist.

with every breath she would inhale,
apart of me she would prevail,
as all I saw Within her eyes where dreams of us in silent snow.