Tale to tell
Three piggies
Wearing a suicide, like a feat of hell
And the rage of a wolf, with a prayer between liberty's

A spidery breeze...
Aled to allure, the *** of repose
Come curious, my sincerity is an avid squeeze...
Compare me to silence, a need confirming those

Days end, in a savoring grasp
With the eyes of time, to these we tell a different story
Places of wishing hours, with the grace to live at last
With the flesh of light, comes a drama let, never sorry...

The pride, the copious sorts
When the world has a patience for your gifts
Subtle is the crave of possibility, to try, in short
The eyes of heaven have lent us, and an eye lifts...

A world of voices and presiding choices...
That collects itself, to a fury of poise, live lover
The awakening hunger we make, is a now's more
In the belly of worth, we have seen a creation overt...

Pretty as a picture, pity in a turn of cheek?
That has said the adding wink, of a salty memory
That has me by a quiet song, merit in the place of world's seek
Here is your purpose, under the very light's we know, are your story

In the night sky
Was a moon shining bright
In the night sky
Was all kinds of lights
But This moon was broken
And still floating
My head is full and I’m heartbroken
Im going to give up
But not anymore
This moon filled my cup
Even with my head at war
The broken moon stayed afloat
And so will I keep going
for the moon was a lifeboat
And I’m not stoping because the moon is still glowing

a candle dances and burns in a distant window
while the city beams as if the night
never needed any light.
As if the flame screams to be what illuminates
the crossroads and windows.
Bound to its wick.
A candle who wants to be a star, to join the sky all eyes find peace in.
Longing to be more but still fulfilling
it’s sad purpose.
Tears of wax, only full of potential in the dark.
The city hums an artificial tune,
the candles wails the song of your essence.
Yearning to explode in the sky though
condemned to glow in isolation.
a candle dances and burns in a distant window
to give all eyes a warm welcome.
while the city beams as if the night never needed any light.
Dreams of ignition without restraint.
Still only wax and wick.
Destined to soften, burn, melt.
Still it shows off its light.
Not because it’s seen.
But because it cannot help but glow.

Why I never heard music so tasteful,
With a woman so graceful.
Falling to sleep in her arms,
As the choirs gently serenade us.
Lip to lip as the lights dim,
Hand on her thigh, just how she likes it.
I'll never be able to love you the same,
Not after feeling you like this.