Like roses, like lipstick,
Swirling around me like ribbons
As he holds me close.
We breath in sync,
And move only for that purpose,
Lying together as if we have all the time in the world.
Treasures on the floor,
And our hearts entwined.
I'll never forget
That perfection of his love for me.
Her.She is radiant.
Within an abstract world.
Gold dust is sprinkled around her;
Red ribbons are tied to her wrists.
Sweet scents drift past as she walks
And her dress floats with her,
In time with her light step.
But underneath her dress
Lies only darkness.
She moves downhill,
Her red eyes set.
Strangers may pass her,
Wave at her and try to pull her back,
But she will not retreat.
Ruined.It is crumbled and decayed,
Life long travelled through its empty windows.
Upstairs left to the imagination,
And everywhere else undone.
Where figures once were lie only shadows,
That creep from the darkness
And smother the ruins.
Hollow spaces where decor used to be
Now empty, and alone.
There is nothing there now.
Nothing, but memories lost,
And silent wonder.
There is nothing there,
Yet I will go back.