See the crimson petals
Dance to the floor

Selfish in nature
Thus labelled a *****,


A pardoned disguise
I pity yet adore her

Her blossom tongue protected
The sweet scent of ammonia

Men have since been lured the same way
By that one that got away

That same angel in disguise

Forever shall she drain the colour of baby blue eyes
Drain them into crimson

A crimson lifeless lie.

Hush young one
Censored thoughts,

Keep it astray you must

Else a liar shall be spat upon
A scoundrel buried in dust


Sprint away
Without your whimpering cries,

Back to your solid slum

Your mother will be baking your pies,
Honeysuckle apple and plum


Now if you ever were to tell,
Satan would weep to behave

I'll build a wall for you

Patterned with words
Resting upon your fathers own grave

God made us blossoms

Beauty a subjective concept,


Yet when she held your soul

She plucked for you the light of sunsets

Up I stay,
Till the moons full in bloom,

Take me away.
I'll run away with you,

How can your soul
roam across this world

while it holds no care?

Drinks jam out of its jars
And sleeps in a bus shelter

Behind the toothless grin

and the dreams of the Boulevard