Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These...

...the silence escaped my sweet Lullabies...

Friday, June 27, 2008

How…

Behold,
A golden necklace,
To caress my neck,
Its chains so strong,
Mind-blowing gift.

Alas,
A box,
Filled with candy,
A perfect conjunction,
Of white assortment.

This comb so shiny,
Running through my hair,
Silky strains pave my skin
Till I conjure with flair.

And a glass, of sugar-sweet,
To perfume my lips,
Now,
I feel the heat.
A dying picture,
The lonely street.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Really nice, this one!
I really like it! :)
Keep it up! :p