I dream of blue roses and black tulips,
as well as kisses but I wonder whose lips?
I never can tell if she's even human or fae.
Am I to never see her, or are we as one to lay?
She has indeed burrowed herself in my mind
like a sickness for which a cure I cannot find.
Through runes and rituals I try our fates to bind
with hopes to see her then, when the stars are aligned
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
I dream of blue roses and black tulips,
as well as kisses but I wonder whose lips?
I never can tell if she's even human or fae.
Am I to never see her, or are we as one to lay?
She has indeed burrowed herself in my mind
like a sickness for which a cure I cannot find.
Through runes and rituals I try our fates to bind
with hopes to see her then, when the stars are aligned