GONE WITH THE WIND Unhappiness touched the mark on her face, A lip that was once her soul. Growth came riding and left the darkness, Now she is searching to cave in her soul.
She owned the light of beauty, She believed it would last forever. But the tragedy happened in her dream. Only to realize she has been there before There came a hand to grab a moment Face concealed by the ***** mask Wandering across the stormy wood To find the redundancy of beauty
She sometime hoped that she could hold on, as she lay crying over faded broken tears. She would try again to see existence then When all left in her is behind the mask
But if he take off his mask to see, with a quick impulse she βd see his beauty. There is always a first time for all. To describe somebody along with something.
I have never seen what beauty is but when I will, it will be
Red hair Tied back in a pony tail With eyes that no one thought could be so blue
It looks like the ghost in the graveyard who silently dwell within and come out bursting only wanting to let out screams and cries It looks like the starry night full of constellation and a goddess that reigns the night as dusk ascents. That you don't see very often and eyes that no one thought could be so blue There are no words to describe it Like the flawless feet of wind; And like breeze across the lanky trees Your voices be Beastβs growl When frequency pitched the soul The clouds be never changing And the sky remains black holed And the princess of the wood be still dreaming : And the midnight wolf starts the mourn Her quiver fills itself up For the grizzly hunt And the nature sets you free as it listen and adore you; with limitless power and strength As Wind rule the wood