MisplacedFox

Wounded wings of flight Stolen sight Abashed treachery My heart upon the devotion platter Giving all I can to the master plan Taking my senses   Giving sixpence I dig a small grave   Leaving only two words ~I’m yours~

I can't make you see me - You have to want to see me. I can't make you talk to me - You have to want to talk to me. I can't make you touch me - You have to want to touch me. I can't make you faithful to me - You have to want to be faithful to me. I can't make you love me - You have to want to love me.

The swirl of smoke twirling from aftermath. The fume of despair lingering upon the shards. Butterfly kisses of ash falling with delight. Rumble and tumble all falls to rest. Decay in cinders twining to thicken. Reflection of marred on display Lifeless abyss scorching upon the ruins

Reapers gaze upon the lavish Callous entities filling in void Bittersweet nothings laid in whispers Harmonious gatherings of death A parade of truth Filtering upon the living Longing for alter as I hemorrhage My thoughts are scarce as I see

I do have a name- I do have a game! I am that girl standing in the crowd- I can not remove my shroud. The beats take control- And I start to roll. It's slow – but it is about to blow! The bass thunders thru the air Lighting flares! You sit back- As girls have their heart attack. I demand, command attention- My moves are with intention! On the hammering beat, The floor meets my feet! My hands flow with the elastic sound- My body contorts to the electronic pound! Have you guessed me by now? "WATCH  ME  DANCE!" screams my moves You sit back for the groove! The beats take control- And I start to rol

       Mother Nature was high above crying over the city as dusk fell.  I knew what was happening, she was anger at the sin of the world. I watched the city come to life under the shower from above, lights flickered on, doors closed to stop the moist crisp air from entering. Watching the sky as the lightening bolts danced across the dark gray scattering purple and white vein colors in the north as the sun gave its last beaming wink in the west.         As small puddles turned into pools of water, I emerged out of the alley into the bustling city under the um