lego roses upon a white wood stand
honeysuckle moonrises against the same coloured sand
blood pouring from a being doomed from her birth
crisp scents in the air from a starstruck's earth
the hair of a brother seeming so opposite from himself giving his heart to another
a woe-written child grieving their own words to his mother
the light seeming empty while the moon casts the world anew
until the long lonely lovers find their hands broken and held by their souls very glue
the sights and scents one will only sense when they stare out and breathe
listening to the sorrow of birds and the final death of leaves
do not leave the beautiful untouched until the burning of our eyes will die
let it feel the pain and love of the world and live and have and thrive
there is no thing more loved than a beautiful soul in pain
once it's healed and found itself with scars to tell and their perfection drenched in rain