She wafted on the breezes of mindless swaying treetops, her world was a sheltered oyster in ocean's iridescent indulgence there was no breadth of sea's depth, merely a curiosity's naiveté that rescued her spirit through many a dark eventide
He made a game That no one could play Playing with fire With his deadly smiles Heavenly voice Hide the devil inside He's a victor But not a hero Soon he will fall Torn into pieces With his silly jokes Fascinated by beauty He made a collection Manipulating emotions Like a piece of cake No questioning He's definitely the Mastermind