My soul salivates for fulfillment,
Ailing for that forbidden touch.
A sort of hunger grumbling at the mind,
A serenade which has since revealed itself to be a trance.
As our universes collide,
Two find worlds untouched,
Looming suspense,
Journeys down paths distant from domestic lands,
No evidence of the truth,
Could drive this girl to suicide.
For it doesn’t all end with the unexplored,
But with this mirror before my eye,
The reflection glowering in this direction,
Deprectiates the torture of the bitter loneliness,
The demons of this land finally mutilated.

I have many flaws,
Flaws that made me scared to get close to people.
You saw them all,
and turned them into nothing short of perfections.

She, is my muse...
and the pretty portrait
of every morning rising sun,
My mind is filled with the thought of her,
Hiding away i try,
to avoid the noise,
bustling in the busy bloom.

Blue, is her name
nights rovings revolve around her hair,
In distress and joy,
the ploy,
is her mouth,
and the ceaseless meanderings,
makes me tranquil,
yet apprehensive
She, is my vice,
She is my muse

Ivory frozen in grace,
Lifeless sight unerased.
They take their place
in the hall of fame.
The artist, the art,
we know their names.