Lullaby

Neon green and purple lines intertwine our streets so full of imprints that layne across the sand. Take my hand and I'll lead you to a victory that not even I will understand. Words do escape my thoughts as I call out to you so aimlessly. Misery to the ones who will never deserve it and you'll reach out to me. Warm and moist the air runs through a chill, that spill of my empty heart once torn. Mind perplexed for another go, a second chance to see you and your world worn thin, seeing with eyes anew, once born. Bred of him and she who love so dearly more than life can discribe to begin. I look for a deeper meaning torn into the sky, one of which I wish to mend. Your eyes captivate me to write a novel of a little shy tragedy that I'm scared to reveal the ending to. Your words, so pure, I wrap myself in its essence and foul beauty of a girl and this tea time lullaby for two.