Wondering forever in a trance,
Illusions of change followed as well.
Literature bruises left in her mind,
Longing nightmares ruin her nights.
Only she stays awake to dream,
Where she can finally be with him.

My horns of tree trunks; Lift my fragile head,
Born in the image of Venus; I live my life to regret.
Delicate locks of golden brown; They'll flow like a river downwards,
As leaves will begin to crowd; Hiding my own *****.

Hidden behind the willow tree; Shall stand both a woman and girl.
One in each other, just simply in different worlds.
A desperate glance of despair, falling from eyes of the young,
A hopeful glare of happiness as the woman looks towards the air.

Laying amongst the dirt, the rough ground and grit,
it dirties my hands and covers my fingertips.

I sprawl outwards like a cat, relaxing below the sunshine,
I close my eyes as the sun becomes nothing more than a nightlight.

Sweet Taurus; It's whomst I am;
Sweet Lady of The Lamb.
I live this life as a mortal being,
but dreams of becoming a deity within my mind.

In prayers,
I capture your heart.

I gazed out of the window of the car,
Begging myself to see you.
I imagine touching your face,
Praying you'd kiss me too.
A deep sigh is all I can give,
my complex feelings leave me muted.

I wonder if you really know,
How immensely deep I feel for you.
I always hope everyday,
That I might see your face again.

I crave your touch, your smile and laugh,
For it fills me up with a joy unlike any other.

Someday, you will fuel my heart with sudden love.

It's a dream I have,
I hope we share.

Leaving her side brittle and torn,
Overdramatic assumptions and worse truths.
Vicious glances and brutal stares,
Even now, I wonder if she cries.

Limelight moments captured,
Operahouse settings left in pieces.
Vindictive attitude and grins,
Eliminated pasts left timelessly.