POINT OF TURN
Spin as usual gifts!
Courtship is for the royals
Beauty is their eyes
The death that we see inside,
Memories we deem presents.
Gifts we seek to find
Tears we shed with no reason to surprise
Exams we set as reasons to uphold intelligence
Spin as usual!
Without hate or disapproval.
Am lost like a child I need your hand
Lonely and buried in a season of torment
I yearn for the pleasures of heart,
Seek forth a day to be lost in translation
Clean in mind and body but not in soul
Fools clear thay path
For days treasured seem to have been spent without her
close to my chest.
Breaking into halves is the cloth we made with fabrics of embrace
Scared is thay melody, my chest broken into two
“Lament my dear ears, for discord is in the atmosphere”.
Chaos amongst my two,
As they disagree in sight.
Here is the time of confusion
The point of turn is now at hand
What more can I desire?