By Arcassin Burnham

The whole appearance of it all,
Brushing off dead butterflies and walking
Through crosswalks like the band members from
The Beatles and reminiscing about the times you
Both have shared and became equals,
And still,
The possible note is to only bespoke of the dreams
and the hopes that follow to put out the fires you
Caused,
to fly and live again,  you can't protect the sin,
Waiting for the right times to pin something
Special,
Love we could get away in paradise but more like luxury
In all these accustoms to a brand new life in the
Spirit plane,
Be my Mary Jane,
Can you clear with me,
Make dreams with me,
Stay the angel that I know and love to comfort me in
Every situation please.