I have seen roses bloomed,
red and white,
but no such roses see I her in her eyes
and in some perfumes is there more delight
If snow be white
yellow neon lights grow on her
If the moon smiled the horizon sits on me
like wuthering heights,
titled and shifted,
a series of promises steps forward
Weighing the pale sky with a transparent colour
I've found myself with my head
possessed by an inhuman hunger
to a girl with the enigmatic mind,
affixed to mine
I can feel it trying
to funnel my heart thro'
bending back and forth
only to make a space,
a sense of solitary absence,
unwarmed by the sweet air drove by her o'mouth
and it keeps swinging around
It fled through my fingers the hollow leans on me
wi' thy gone.