a faint glow of skin and dark eyes a curious 

before times when books were glorious 

brushes of dandelion 

ideas cased in iron 

Dull ideas taken not 

breaths of strawberry and apricot 

picking pockets of the soul 

out of anyone's control 

Sunrise pink brushing the clouds 

Sunset gold painting the grounds 

  

their silhouette 

a broken cassette 

Her talk's alluring 

he finds himself maturing 

Inspiring Epiphanies 

Clicking like symphonies 

Speaking gentle hunger 

The heart she'll puncture 

Rain tastes like wine 

To unearth his design 

  

She remolds broken glass 

bottom of her class 

called out for being weird 

because her mind they feared 

Marked as anti-social 

unafraid of being emotional 

Thoughtful therapy 

Concise without clarity 

Cars too fast 

She's now the past