Untitled#6 I Wish She Could..

With her feet up high swinging ever so lightly, if only she could feel the wind kissing her toes. With her hands being held,she’s lost in melancholy, if only only she could let its presence grow. Sighing and screaming asking for an escape, if only she could feel the constant ebb and flow. Looking to…

Of Stigma and Enigma..

What are you looking at? My hideous scars? No, And that’s what scares me. Why are you so close when Where I want you is with the rest, Far away,oblivious or sacred. Why aren’t your eyes filled with horror But questions,curiously unashamed. Makes me delirious,how so? That’s the type more dangerous You’re the crowd I…

Of Ruffians and What They Said…

They told her look out  For yourself whilst you can. For once her burning eyes ignite His smoulders to fire Her decision would cease to count.   They told her of the deaths undignified And of his wrath unsurpassed. The hushed voices resonate Praying for her soul Whilst her fate’s being dealt,alas!   And as the highlands come…