Exquisitely surrounded by the color of peace,
Out of your face jumps the notion of

"how can this be?"

Your eyes look down to move forward

As if
the floor is lighting up taking your steps.
Behind you the sun sets,
your highness?

"where is your crown?"

The golden curl leaf's match your red shades,
in between the weeping cherries are white heels

Only you
can tie your hair up
wear a light green dress
and runway walk in a garden

My thoughts are what you're reading;
My heart is still begging
Cause my feelings are still bleeding,
My heart is still pleading
For the love which is receding,
My heart is still seeking
For the love which I was seeming,
No one cared about my feelings
They just can't understand its meanings,
I've end up being decieved
By the love in which I believed.