Diana

In my mind the sky runs high,

Poetry- my time to shine.

 

Sickening thoughts, beautiful smile.

Kill me tender, as my life is a lie.

 

My thoughts come from demons, who breathe in my mouth,

From sculptures of saints, who bless and surround.

 

I know what a myth can do to my mind.

Diana, my love, let me breath, le me die.

 

Careless and so naïve,

Oh you have destroyed my soul.

 

Masterpiece of your own dream.

Oh, heavens soul, oh please, die strong.

 

Forgetful and regarding of my own beautiful mess….

There, take this sweetie. Pretend it’s my address.

 

L