By Arcassin Burnham

I swear she was a thought in my peripherals,
The midnight hour can not save you.
Bleeding on the pavement,
Lost humans learning languages.
I guess I'm pretty lost because learning Portuguese is not easy,
But what actually is in this day in age?
Catastrophes and masquerades.
Horse playing and chaos without fades,
Not too much of that nowadays,
She saw the good in all of that.
Although it may have seemed very life threatening,
Sending it at you to your soul,
Ignoring the outside world,
She wasn't the one to give in,
Fought the evils within,
Made everyone happy time and time again,
Perfect timing.