Lips of gold
Eyes of shimmering Light
heart as pure as the words from Shakespeare himself.
sorrow so bold the Pain shines brighter than a light up Sky
The heart feels the sorrow as you say your Good-byes
the eyes start to Burn like wild fires in a field
as i allow my Legs to run
Run as fast as they can Carry me
faster than the Hearts desires, Slower
than the forming floods
yet Not knowing where my last breath may lead me.
the sorrow of a racing heart
the Cries of Pain from the simple words
Speak to Me
Scream to Me
Show me the Pain that Never dims
it’s light against your Heart
for i can see these rivers that you wish to speak aloud