Turquoise blue fills my eyes,
No white within,
Children filled with joy,
As lush green grass gets trampled,
It's a day of rarity,
To be with your family and friends,
Exploring and creating,
Sandcastles and fairytales,
As we enter nether regions,
Of endless fantasies,
We hope this day will come again,
But,
Because of England,
And it's tumultuous weather,
We enjoy it whilst we can.

If I was an eagle,
Soaring through skies,
If I was a cloud,
And my inner self dries.

If I was a giant,
Who never hurt flies,
If I was a demon,
With red, behind my eyes.

If I was Benedict Arnold,
Who always told lies,
Would you still love me,
Despite my disguise?

As you slowly run,
Falling down a void,
Of never ending cycle,
Your persistence considered,
Never disappoints restless,
I debate wandering,
To stop the dripping tap.

A steamy room,
The mist will hide,
That of passion, and lust,
Heat adding to the sweat,
Already falling from your *******,
Because those enticing eyes,
Watching into my soul,
Tell me, you want me.

As we struggle for air
Waves crash black bones,
Trees subjugate,
Flocks congregate,
Lost, like dog without bone,
We wither away endlessly
Without a say,
but remain warm
For arms of open joy,
As we fear we might lose
A place we once built,
But remain blind
Of her flawless beauty.