the world was to dull for her ,
so she elopes, her endeavors out of the ordinary . in dream that ascended grace , and beauty.  she was redemptive, to explore a universe where  she could be a starlet of sunshine, were she forged her destiny- were are flaws were flawless, a world of laughter .Far from the chaos of her reality.

There once a girl with fatal smile,
Fear was her missile,
Fury her pretense,
Adorned by wrath, scorned by violence,
Her  mischievous were pale , evoked  by grief
A girl with no shadow,
an outcast of her echo,
a forgotten culprit,
in her own somber,

. The flames of his soul,  ignites the blaze of thunder . the heat of seduction is beneath dashing  Our  lust  is combusted!  . The Inferno is sizzling with sparks  .The arson of our tale was raw , your Pride become my foe.  Your Ego ,the ardor to our Delights . You stir fuel to my chaos .

all I ever felt was fluorescent
as the nile , I was floating with  benevolence.As I  dangled for sympathy.the drifting of my virtual was off balance . Th stream of my suffering was a creek.My rage the basin. Sinking with turmoil the bank was my flee. The **** was my  destruction it drowned my solace ,my reach was
inevitable.

My element is Water 💦  I am gentle like  the river. that flows within me., I am fresh as spring.I drown with love , I float  truculent . My soul is  Oasis. .I am thirsty for devotion. I rain with elegance. I am flooded with rage , waved with fear , my lips like hurricane.I stream with sheer. Powerful enough to rinse you with life

mama sang  to me ,
this old ballad,
sonnets so intruding,

the bad seed we sow!
the bad seeds we reap!

your garden is your amor
kinder your base ,
dig little treasures,

In spring water, courage,
Sow in the patience,
Your progress is victory

In summer, pluck your dignity,
Rinse it with morals,
Plunder your beauty ,

The roots within are  grit ,
The steam is your spurt,
Mold your prudence
Mama sang !

Papa save me!
I am  wounded
The rage is fuming,
my certitude , muddled
anguish soaks

I’ve brawled these doubts
My empathy is at scare

Papa save me!
the  demons I Incur
found of grey
I am  stitched to grief,
It  swishes  my existent
When linger for faith,
The light in me ,
is too leaden