She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.
MONA-LISEShe’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.
MONA-LISEAnd every time I care I die a little.
MONA-LISEAnd then I understood you were never my rescue yet always my escape.
MONA-LISEI don’t wanna settle scores I’m just no longer yours.
MONA-LISEBe careful, her hell is lovely, dark, and deep until she weeps.
MONA-LISEThere are parts of me that beg him to devour all of me.
MONA-LISELet me lay in the forest of your mind and let me wake to the beating of wings in the garden of your heart.
MONA-LISEThe forest lays in darkness and decay yet our love blossoms.
MONA-LISEBehind that gate of skin and bone dwells his soul and I’m not ready to move on.
MONA-LISEYou didn’t need to make her cuts this deep.
MONA-LISEI just want to lay in your arms dressed in nothing but love and moonlight.
MONA-LISEAnd in a world where nothing seems to last you have me.
MONA-LISEPoetry is not a cure for sadness but it makes the pain bearable.
MONA-LISEI cannot tell if it is a blessing from an old god or lovely dark art only that he holds my heart.
MONA-LISEAnd in a world full of wonder a loyal soul that keeps your heart whole is the rarest of them all.
MONA-LISEAre you aware of the wilderness you awoke when you broke me?
MONA-LISE