She is fierce but with fire, she burns for certainty,
She commands her flames like wonder,
Her lips are smoky,
Her tears are gasoline,
Why wage a war?
her destiny is your ticket to hell.

Sweetheart don’t fight the spirits,
when you’re odd to their empathies,
a puppet in disguise, a parade of  clowns,
saw tense within smile, it shattered in whirring nights.
his fate, his flutter , a décor is exquisite ,
murmurs the insecurity exposed.

I am her daughter,
In a  pallet of scars,
unseen marks of bullets, he shoots,
numb me, from gospels, he condemns
comes in disguises, it’s a banquet of despair
  it’s a cry, unwrap the precision
  foes, he comes tonight.

For the tongue is fiery,
Words burn,
In skin its thick
the soul's aches,

The moon made love,
To the stars so striking, that the sun,
Melted with gold.  At night when the earth was calm,
Sirius the star would paddle sonnets that,
Fused  tense,  so faintly that the  moon would perk kisses,
So elusive that could pour cerise too soothed  to the skies,

From afar,
I saw lands, that bliss beauty,
that melt like gold,
that beamed like diamonds.
like a dream, In happiness,
stars gleaming with smiles,
my eyes wept, as promise bestowed,

a glimmer for tomorrow,
when laughter is sickness,
when death is a cure,
when love is factious,
For today isn’t reckon,
Faith is foreseeable.

The sky was ****
and the clouds were wet as dew,
The night was misty, just me and my woes
Like the rain, rinsed me I bathed in guilt.  
I reckoned a furry that sparked a storm,
For the moon was my phantom, and the stars my valiant.
Reciting my triumphs for a midnight summer ‘’