Her eyes
as dark as stone,
illuminate her troubled past.

Forever shall she wither
from shame she's once had in her.

For her heart beats along,
with troubled sighs,
highlighting her brunette strands.

Goes off with what has been done,
but says what can not be heard.

Every trace of smiles thrown away,
taste as though she's out of her mind.

Red lips speak from all angles,
but not all words are formed.

Sometimes you put up walls

to see who would care

enough

to break them.

At times you put up walls,

just to get away

and not be found.

Until

you find yourself.

There's a reason why you forgot about me
maybe it was the way
I was never okay
       or how
my hair was always messy
my eyes was always heavy
       perhaps how
my thoughts were usually jumbled or
other people interested you
and you didn't know what to do
       it could be how
I cared too much
and maybe I still care
       too much

He is nothing just throwing it away
Nothing but little to blame
All withered past the day
Thorough left to his splintered shame

Self-advantage sheltered once in me
A selfish ruin of lost control
The devil once tortured him among the unseen
For true is all that is remembered; baffled and withhold

Something but all a brutal essence
Crooked with mindless and deceived actions
He never beheld a large intend of such lessons
With all due to his respect,
his master's own intentions fractions

A diving behold but in remarculous form
Within stance from his cornered' throne
Belittled by all lies and schemes blended with such
Is all too late under what estimates morn

He tells all yet true lies within her
Such small and fragile he is held in intentions of much
Towered behind the days past
For nothing shall be granted and lasting

Copied and widowed by longing groan
Crept under lies and remorse under told by frames
Battled and scarred for his intentions of such and remains
Quietly shall he keep this up,
for he knows all is gone

Nothing of such is my intention
Further is where you'll go down
All of is rather a mention
Of whom you shall plead against with a withered frown

Don't let my choosing belong to me
It may never last of what you say is "forever"
For it may settle against your darkest flee
But the longing is the part of which you seek the unwritten never

It lasts while they say
Because of what you're told is your own hearing
You think this is all my regarded blame
Feathered within the lust of such baring

Your longing is the forever behold
Forget all I've brought nor once again said
Past your loathed ears you seek in his fold
Your passion is far too much for my longing to fed

All this is your blame
I say it isn't yet this is the truth hid
Beneath such words I came to speak before he came
Now you  hold all that is lathered of it's own lid

Speak of what you think is your own words
Let this tell you of what you're reminded of what you lost
It's all a self-written curve
For you to become of it's cost

The sound of a crack
From across the room she makes
A single step of rose
Is of one she'll nearly expose

With the second embrace
From the single kiss
She withdraws a sensual sensation
Of the grateful bliss

It hurts to see her trying
The lack of passion she restrains
From her blood-stained crying
She leaves the current estates

As her finger lingers about across my shoulder
It takes some time for her to encounter
She feels this as a sign of a heavy boulder
For whom she can never subside

The liquid that pours down her cheeks
Are the ones she caresses the most
Without a single embrace from the other
She feels the complete loast

I will guide her through this mess
A single and utter mess
A hand for her to once again hold
It goes across the sensation fold

We shall lack demonstration
For regards on her passion
With the words that she disposes across her tongue
It damages her encounter run

The sound of a crack
From across the room she makes
A single step of rose
Is of one she'll nearly expose

I hope you're okay
I hope you're alright
This shall take a dismay
From a wicked little fright

Never heard a one of a response
From you nor the surroundings
It may be as though it has little sounding
A crept disletter, from an unknown sender

An urge to go back and once fourth
The sound of a battered thought from the mind
Of a little disarray sound through its' henceforth
A trouble caused by a reckon of a peep
The misery crept upon as the sound widens with a steep

From this regarded response
I have still to hear about
To the right of my heart, the small of a shudder
As my mind wonders and is cracked from sudden shouts

Again as though you have never heard
I hope you're okay
I hope you're alright
This shall take a dismay
From a wicked little fright