

Fantasy and RealityFantasy and RealityFantasy and Reality
When we danced with the cherry blossoms under that tree, something beautiful bloomed in me. Something that reflected when I looked in your eyes, like a star that darkness couldn’t disguise.
And with my hands on your hips
And my thoughts on your lips, I had to look away when I felt your touch The ballet’s beauty was just too much.
If I graced your tender lips, my heart would surely burst, But I’d rather drown in your love, then forever thirst. If the future was up to me, I’d hold you forever under that tree.
Impossible…
This is


How My Wings Were Made-How My Wings Were Made-How My Wings Were Made
I lay blind inside my fragile cocoon, oblivious to the change that would be happening soon. The pod injected with hatred and disgust, utterly saturated with unhealthy distrust. This unnatural chrysalis, conceived from the worst, has swelled with anger and is ready to burst.
As the shell unravels, there is no going back. The wings that emerge stained only in black. This unholy womb spilled its blood, coating the ground with a cold crimson flood. Flapping loudly to cover my cries, yet knowing the truth can’t be hidden in my eyes.
Humans are disgusting, hollow, and strange, the


A Hopefull ExhaleA fly on the wall, a spectator seated A lonely boy who’s been jaded and cheated They pass and wave as he smiles wide A hopeless effort to fill the void insideA Hopefull Exhale
He guides through forms of symmetry
Navigating a river of apathy Searching for a light house to guide his way Away from the rocks where hollow children play
So many nights he’s tried and tried To find another with feeling inside But night after night he continues to glide Through the ocean of bodies and the dreams that died
He looks in pools of green, brown, and blue Searching for a pair
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