You make the whole universe your heart of fire but no one
But you could ever perspire and down and out is the flame
And the current of the flames are purple like blue
That's why they call you the blue moon of the blue wolf
Because your eyes tell it all and that is the magic inside of the hearts
Crystal that holds all of the power that wishes upon the moon of your dreams
And keeps the enchanted power enough for the heart of the Rebel Girl even though deep down she is a true Rosy red girl.
YOU ARE READING
To me, To You, To the rose petals, And To The Moon
PoetryThe lonely nights turn into tears and you remind me in a dream of how much I love to love you and not to be amidst when the air feels so cold that there is none but time controls the past and to live in the present means to accept the past for what...
