• The silence that can bring a girl to her knees, Pierce the heart just as innocent, as a soft kiss upon the cheek.
    Oh how guiltless that may be, the warmth of that which romance may be rooted on
    How queer that love may be, unknown to the chambers of which reside those forlorn souls; Brought by the paralyzing kiss, melting the ice that locked away a girl’s soul from the living world.
    The tendrils of once was embrace the mentality of a long lost dream, ever out of reach. Lusting for the dream that will never be…
    That of the dusk rose, mist of dawn; the tangible is out upon the dust of once a chaotic river.
    What peace may come, only once on the wings of doves; lay perched upon the crown of thorns
    The silence that can bring a girl to tears, that may pierce the heart, as innocently as the warmth of a smile, the acceptance of which we call love…