The mall
                                  her place to escape
                                         Her room
                                plastered to her taste
                                         Her want's
                                  beast canst not bring
                                         Her poetry
                              Cometh out as angels sing
                                    Her consciousness
                            Filled up by her quarry moon
                          when I telleth her ( I loveth thou)
                     I just want to heareth ( I loveth thou to)


                                  By me- Brandon nagley

             gotta put name now since people copy mine poems lol