a faint cloud appeard and pierced the heart of the weaker. weeks passed into months and thus the dance of the skeleton left em hell bent on staying strong for one another knew they have found that other.. lover.
each being seeing something else they felt that spark was lost. such a cost to much to be paid with lives up for grabs they made a quick dash for cover.
one stayed at the bus stop in hopes of her return.
soon did she learn that it was her soul she'd yern.. for
and once more her heart grew sore for the body that left her for more. some thing she couldnt quite see. blinded by fake perfection she's destined for greatness. so take this leason and heal from it.
bask in its greatness.
run from the shallowness.
elevation and transformation are in store for the dove who soars above the mundain and to feel her pain i sit and hold her hand because i too have much to gain from the traveling down that broken lane.
