were do I go?
when I have held my last breath!
is it eden in my eyes
is it  joy revoked!
is it bliss with splendor!

  
is it light with beauty
is it calm with peace

I lay barren ,
my soul is a feather
is it sooth within silence
will it  beam within darkness
it  echos within cries
too painful too gaze !
is it  the spirit that demise
is  the reaper content ?
is it hollow with gloom !

is it blinded with sorrow?

like a switch she flips ,
her soul is the brightest  
she' fickle
eccentric like is her mind
her eyes radiant
with a lurker past
that fuels anger
there's a dim in words
for a  girl with vigilance

the' fire in her eyes ,
burned souls,
her smile was a flame
that blazed with beauty
her lips fluorescent
they fueled pleasure

her gaze was electric
as striking as thunder.
her mind was  eccentric
it ignited  poise ..

He was not one to love -
one to hold .
his cold  was  pertain
one without  a soul
one with love
his lies ,I  marvel
cruel to his oath
he was vague to warmth
one without prudence
one with a  carnage
he was' without honor

a villain to reason .
his  parlor are deceits
forged by his greed
he was no without trust
his loyalty was feeble
his words cunning
his plot was spiteful
he was one without  integrity

Pretty things are fragile
as time they decay .
as life they die .
like the wind they fade
they elude , to pure foreseen
too rare to hold
too kind to despair
to futile to withhold
pretty is frail
To a soul without conscious.

il dance with the wind
inhale  all its turmoil
upheld my wounds
my soul is mechanic
it drifts within time .
the squeals of my ache
are invincible.
I am the midnight breeze
exhale my exhaustion
as I coil my freedom

his eyes his  lips the taste of his sigh .
his gaze is the charm that sooth to my soul .
his grin his grace the envy of my eyes .