I don’t know, we have been told; What are you girl? An angel? A devil? One time you’re planting roses, Another you’re growing thorns; One day I watch you dancing, Another you walk alone. It’s strange when you think though; Thorns feel like heaven, Hell spawns from the rose.

Thin air. 🐛

She’s black magic, She’s blue flame; She’s the scary darkness, the wind whispering your name.


“What can you do?” I asked “What I want to.” She said “What are those that you can’t?” I repeated “What you have to.” She replied.


Is there an ocean in your eyes? Or is it the deep blue sky? ‘cuz when I look into you, girl, I get lost in an endless night.


Perfume in her hair, Throwing hands mid air Dancing with flair, To hell with eyes that stare Diamond in the rough, that’s rare She knows the world ain’t fair Can’t close her in a cage Oh! That girl forgot to age When you see her, behave! She’s what godhood craves Do you see her grace?…

Her weary eyes Tell me tales, of Laughter and mourning The tears that dried Revealed, She was indeed, drowning Those lips That once donned a smile Hiding behind the wisps Now carry a frown She had no disguise Whatever was left behind Came back to her And she held on tight Queen was she Of…