Angellica

She used her eyes to come close with patience

In her breath all halo intellect from
A certain factual taste;;
Angellica knew that love can move a certain way
Tempers on fire flamed with love desire
Sought after pillars unleashed lively fellows
A pillow in late bloom & not the onion
Created fancy with taste;
Gone are the days when Sid met with nancy with Haste....
In temples a tomb left out in the open as full bloom,
A jungle filled with ivory sought its curfew longed to leave
In caged injected almost fury
We sought another story the snake in fury
When we let out the jury,
Some may change the story?
Many walk on loose egg shells on their death beds screaming
In pain yet to their death in search of blood
Moments we made our way out on the scence
Left out as vacant road kill
Still,
Peace is their when we shed a single tear
Others are frantic left idle unaware;
Pierced skulls left as a witch hunt in its fury
Midnight pain then wonder of its glory
The sun had tint shade of wonder
Left to Stevie now its wonder
In shallow pools of crimsome warn the tide
We often will run away and hide?