There is a simplicity in a weakened life releasing her inner thoughts
Through the comfort of rough blankets and throbbing hands.
Look at how she stares with a blank glare,
Is it scary?
Of course she is a former soldier.
Could you not tell already?

The relaxing energy coming off of her comes from somewhere.
Perhaps, it may have leaked from her ***** where her love spills,
Or have you ever thought that it might just be what she wants?
That poor, poor girl, thinking she is zero.

He is nothing but kind, look at those glimmering bones
Shaped like perfectly polished love.
Although, he often sits alone and wonders
Is this all he is?
I have seen with my broken and dull sockets the inside and out of that boy.
I think it's amazing, do you not agree?
She gave him a little something with four letters and it is not what you think.

They are connected through the future and yet it spikes them in the throat.
Fall in my arms and clasp my back.
Hear my heartbeat and feel me for the second time, please.
You make me sick with your originality,
I have never experienced such a unique specimen,
Will it create them but with us as an example?
Continue to make me feel special my precious flower,
Collect my sweet waters from the dirt and make me bloom
Into what we want so very dearly.