She tried building walls but a heart of fire and air breath and spirit cannot be confined.
MONA-LISEShe tried building walls but a heart of fire and air breath and spirit cannot be confined.
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 you broke me in all the ways I loved you.
MONA-LISEWith him, the tides the moon, and life itself lost their spell over her.
MONA-LISEAnd then I understood you were never my rescue yet always my escape.
MONA-LISEThe art of harvesting pain – poetry.
MONA-LISEHe may never slay a dragon but he will grow old with you begging for death to leave you alone.
MONA-LISEThe forest lays in darkness and decay yet our love blossoms.
MONA-LISEI just want to lay in your arms dressed in nothing but love and moonlight.
MONA-LISEHer poetry – a sweet symphony of madness.
MONA-LISESome nights I wish I could slip into her skin and wear her flesh only to feel his touch.
MONA-LISEPoetry is not a cure for sadness but it makes the pain bearable.
MONA-LISEAnd I vow to be your lasting dream if you follow me into the river.
MONA-LISEThere are parts of me that beg him to devour all of me.
MONA-LISEBehind that gate of skin and bone dwells his soul and I’m not ready to move on.
MONA-LISEA loving reminder at least we are lonely together.
MONA-LISE