The Eerie Night crept through the window lashing out the delightful thoughts of the dreamer by its Sill. She skipped to her bed once the Moon set sail. The pious flame of a lamp float graced her tightly shut eyes. A Smoky Flame tinted the deep red Rose as it shimmered to life and burned to death. The brisk light glowed on the still waters while the rose withered spirally centric to the pyro axis. And so she slept through several dawns.
She was with me Right there Before the candle blew it all away I was tapping my feet to the rhythm of the water trickling into the bottle I was alone in the kitchen My feet numb and one with the stone
A light click and my wooden queen was down I bit my lower lip and realised that a sole tear trickled down my cheek slowly With a sedating smile he looked up at me from under his eyelids And I knew, I’
The Bus he was on was about to depart, She held tightly onto the water bottle and didn't stretch forward to give it to him Because she might lose him forever when the bottle leaves her fingers. the re
