[Madhattermya]

In your dreams roofed room, make waste flowers and lights in spirit, my soul driveway dressed in silence and calm, you go to the darkest path tonight.

Turn off the spark plugs to see beautiful things; close all doors to enter the illusion; the mystery begins a handful of stars And Bloom as a triumphant glass your heart.

And wait smiling and crying wait! ... when my soul, thinking maybe pray that heaven is poured gently on your chest ...

For him, divine love, have a quiet couch or mystic lily is his weapon, my soul Off one by one the roses in your bed!

[RACHEL02189]

all three of your poems put together could probably make a cool song