Fuchsia Mariner
Brush away my doubts, what tomorrow will hold, feeling for now, going down the road
Fuchsia Mariner
Brush away my doubts, what tomorrow will hold, feeling for now, going down the road
Brush away my doubts, what tomorrow will hold, feeling for now, going down the road
Brush away my doubts, what tomorrow will hold, feeling for now, going down the road
I feel you, I know you’re there lurking behind my shadow. Come forth and step into the light, you don’t have to hide your face. Illuminate your beauty by the twinkling stars, why must you wear this cloak. This shivers you send down my spin are no longer welcome, join me for a cup of tea, warm our souls for the journey ahead. I know not when you’ll appear in full view, you haunt my peripheral. Hold my heart and tell me if I must repent. Step forth, I’m ready for my end
These roots made me, I’m going to shake the world. Distant memories of innocence and laughter fill the windy air. Songs of unconditional love warms my soul through the cold winter snow. Out reached i search for your heart only to find a cold stone in its place, Taking shelter underneath all that remains to hide away from the blowing rain, still I feel the pain. Stripped bare of all my beauty underneath the earth is where it remains. Winds blowing trying to make me either, the roots for your seed still supports me.
The sun rises, slowly kissing my rosy cheeks awake, today marks the day I first open my eyes, as I wonder through the halls, fingers running on glass containing memories, the smell of bacon wafting through the air, did I remember to brush my hair? The joyful chorus of recognition greets me as my family awaits their prince of the day. What warmth these smile bring. The day remains the same, responsibilities never change, regardless of who’s the prince of the day. Files come and are sent away, waiting as time waste away, praying for that relaxing day. Return to life and feel my soul rejoice as I walk out the door, still I remain, the prince of this day.
Blindly walking through the reflective streets of vanity. This once beautiful world that has been coated in our greed, now leaves the populace to hide from its sweltering heats. The trickle that never came, left us fighting to breath. Though we humans have passed away, our spirits will decay, there will come a new day when the moss grows, removing our mark from history.
The mornings all begin the same, waking from my cold dark sleep to feel your warmth ,memorizing the sounds of your slumber, forever wishing to have my life filled with you. As the coffee drips I hear you wake, how angelic you are dragging your feet down the stairs to me. “Ah my love, you look as beautiful as ever” your response was not the same, why was it not the same? your cold voice shot through my soul, no colour surrounds you, my aurora has been smothered. Your leaving you say, I wish I could see your face once more but the opportunity belongs to the floor. Trying to steal one last glance, as I looked into your eyes, I saw my future go up in flames, murdered by your cold blank stare
My love, your sweet laughter is echoing through my heart, listen to its rhythmic feats never missing a beat. beats, beats, beats, forever on repeat until we meet. This hollow beat that slows my feet, I stare at the world for that is where you are, I long to be with you. I’m jealous of the maggots that feast on you, your serene taste lingers on my mind. Today marks the day you ripped my soul away.