I imagine you and I soaring through the night like flying stars do.
And I picture you taking I on a magic carpet ride.
Through your city and mines.
Into both of our beautifully dangerous minds.
Tell me your secrets..and I'll tell you mines.
Tell me I'm beautiful again.
Please no lies.
Show me your demons..and I shall reveal mine.
For they reside in my eyes.
I'll look into yours if you look into mine.
Beautiful poet until you die.
I won't tell you a lie.*



-Jennifer DeAngelo
*Copyrighted 2016