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Naomie Jan 2015
Her glass legs spread out
Forming a circle that goes around
Her arms stretch toward the sky
Attempting to beautify
The bleak room

Flowers bloom
From her chest
Ceramic petals
Contrasting against
The dullness of her torso

A glass body
Fragile and delicate
Grows , upward
Filtering innocence
And impurity taking its place

Her bare ceramic soul
Is barring a way to another world
A world where everyone's feelings
Are brittle and weak
Naomie Jan 2015
I still dream about
The stars and moon
That are tearing
Me and you apart

I think about
Your pretty face
That's written
In the stars
Naomie Jan 2015
Dear Stranger

I've heard your name
In different ways
All of them contrasting
None the same
Naomie Jan 2015
Names , numbers
Deep slumbers
Chamber secrets
Torn up leaflets
Paper , papyrus
There's something near us
Champagne in glass cups
Sales are going up
Kisses , corruption
Love devours devotion
Naomie Jan 2015
Remember the song
That remains unsung ?
Well, a conqueror has come
To declare it done.

A woman with multiple eyes
Has come with a surprise
A demon in tow
It sings the Song of the Crow.

Tenderly she plays the keys
Says to the demon, "Protect me, please."
The demon chants while the notes ascend
The smoke around the piano reaches a dead end.

The woman laughs
The demon as well
She smiles while
The music swells.

The demon resumes
While the monster tries to consume
The ground at their feet.

The woman plays on
Trying to finish the song
Her brow is sweaty
The music is heavy.

The demon is tired
The monster is on fire
One by one victims of the song
Appear unharmed
They've all been released of it's charm .

The singer of the Crow
Bends down real and slowly
Showers her mouth with kisses
Peppery, like snow.

That is the last
They've heard of them both
Their names have lived on
In The Last Books of Hope
When I mentioned the woman with multiple eyes that means she has glasses >.<
Naomie Jan 2015
She puts fire
In his eyes
Even though she
Is a ghost in
Disguise

He loves her
So dearly
Even when he
Can't see her
Clearly

He brushes her
Lips with his
Fingertips

He touches her face
Without leaving a
Trace.

He kisses her neck
When it has no
Effect.

He loves her , yes
Hence their love
Is in a world of
Distress*.
Naomie Jan 2015
Cat ears
A baker's fear
Cupcakes
Stomach aches
Unmade frosting
This is exhausting
Pink candles
No one can handle
The cake loving kids
See what I mean ?
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