I don't know what strikes me..

Is it a passing phase in the night

A memory of things to be

A dying Christmas tree.


And Angels must have wings

To make sense you think

While drama clashes.

People disagree

As mistress lips chanted.

You lift your cloak

Bite upon an apple

Look at me with spite.

Moving across an ocean

Blood turns on salty wounds

But I always always love you.



Cause love create joy be super!