By Arcassin Burnham

How I feel when you move me into places I've
Always cherished,
I could see you and me and a baby carriage,
thinking of what we managed
but it's just you and me and our bickering back
and forth and we've wasted too much time,
everything is black and grey to you,
there is just no sunshine,

I think I better keep it up,
Is it enough?
Your thinking about how life is tough,
Where is the trust?
Loyalty and the things we break when we
Just fuss,
Fighting like little kids in school,
Stay on the bus,
Are we playing for keeps and all that stands
For us,
Erupting like volcanoes part from the earths
Crust,
You got me feeling overly dead,
I failed on us,
Apart from all the things we did while we
Discussed.

By Arcassin Burnham

The whole appearance of it all,
Brushing off dead butterflies and walking
Through crosswalks like the band members from
The Beatles and reminiscing about the times you
Both have shared and became equals,
And still,
The possible note is to only bespoke of the dreams
and the hopes that follow to put out the fires you
Caused,
to fly and live again,  you can't protect the sin,
Waiting for the right times to pin something
Special,
Love we could get away in paradise but more like luxury
In all these accustoms to a brand new life in the
Spirit plane,
Be my Mary Jane,
Can you clear with me,
Make dreams with me,
Stay the angel that I know and love to comfort me in
Every situation please.

By Arcassin Burnham

Had A Basic Instinct for expressing,
Mortal feelings,
And being immortal is unappealing,
Wishing and hoping for a compelling love,
To gather all of my barrings,
Lips prints on my skin for some
Compassionate healing,
At make-out point,

On my hands and knees begging to the heavens
For a special kind of human being to set my heart
Up in flames,
The extra clingy kind of woman worthy enough,
And excellent at putting other woman to shame,
At make-out point,

So as I sit alone,
I see the moon is full like born again roses,
Only to look up again and see something crashing
Down like the hottest chunk of the sun,
I had to see this for myself,

At make-out point.