And to think that she committed the most human of acts, Understandably obvious, The present human survival facts - Nobody lives for long enough Try breathing,
Try not to panic, he must live, Every patter,now mean memories, At the UCH, that sting in my eyes, Roaring, the sight of my fallen king, Stumbling madly, that sweet smell saturates me.
Standing like a pair of fresh candles, Note the innocent flames dancing, One soul,feet dancing in paradise, Going through one realm after another, Getting even more stunned by beautiful beings
Fumbling to get in close, Is he going to? Relish the way his eyes travel, like bumble bees. Swallow your perfect pout,then Tilt your head towards his scent, Keep purring,
Ogling the silent one, Numb lips, Envious of the way he can just bask there like a statue. Soft beautiful eyes, betraying nothing, Inquisitively noticing me,