With grief I am with defiant ,intuitional  in fire  ,
Death her love , cure her loneliness.
Beside my petal  my roses , red to blue  October.
Me and us  in summer,
      

, mama cries her eyes  its noting like her stars
Her sparkle  once stolen. grief, when I was  defiant .My little blue nights  with tense of passion.the warmth of  kisses , it’s thus little frosty lies.
  
With grief I am defiant ,intense sophisticated, my raw raged lover

lay me down, hold me swiftly and tinge
As this growl turns into lust, My beautiful liar,
My spurn of frowns you won’t drill me with kisses.
These eyes have wept, this ache unheard,
Furry of whispers, Departed oh dearly!

Mamá said friendship is like a season , it’s like a needle with a thread it’s a forever with a good bye. Mama saids friendship is like autum when all is ripe ,and color, we pluck the color , and we loose the taste..

A girl like me see no ease at war,
When my mind is rage like fire,
My eyes sparkle flames of mettle
My lips whisper sonnets of faith
A girl like me see no ease at war

Yesterday yes,
it was majestic,
It was the blooming of stars,
when the night was yonder,
Maybe even it was the sparks from wet skies,
That glimmered of a new dawn,
That bruised all rage,
Meeting us half way

Oh! What beauty in such peculiar eyes!
Oh what hiss between lips,
The scrutiny of reality,
The tense of time,
As nothing immerges,
Its immensity beyond cry.

A girl is a mirror , she wonders within her reflection searching for her  puzzles , knit-less in flaws, but the girl is her image in her eyes she’s perfection.  the  mirror won’t tame her poise.