Disheveled beauty flying away
Like the cold of the grey stone
Ironic it is of the dried up flower
The faint smell of his fading cologne.
Smoke rings clouding our sight
As your touch brushes my blanch skin.
The time soaks our hungary minds together
Forgetting whatever made us begin.
We started the ruffle of the blue waves
Creating storms to surf the world.
Shaking the rocks out of their furrows
And from the sky our wet beauty impearls.
Our Laughter echos on the screens
From which the past to present has come to endear.
Our hands, clammy from holding so tight
So scared we will be faced with unmanageable drear.
Our stomachs churn with the pain of a spear
When our minds and bodys stay apart
We our what makes the colors of the rainbow
And the amazement in the eye of the art.
Diligently we weigh our possibility's
Together, the sun will shine brighter then before
Sometimes we may hail on the world
But our beauty remains with us to our core.