Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

Poetic II: Summer

C'est Tout from Moi @ 5:07 PM

With the sun shine brightly up up high
Under the clear bluey blue blue skies
And the green green grassy fields nearby
How I wish the days slowly passing by

As I sunbathe lazily on the soft sandy beach
Plus the white waves splashing between my feet
Almost a haven in my wildest dreams
Ah...this is what Summer is to me