The Frail

Her skin is white as mary's lamb.
A rare sighting.Like the blue moon.
Her goddess eyes have lost the glow that illuminated mariana's trench.

She is a lone wolf now.
Reptile at heart, Gazelle at flesh,
But a snake thinks whispering.
Waiting for it's prey.

A single embrace is all her heart yearns for.
Like the hungry newborn awaiting his warm milk.
How can anyone aid her? She vomits all the milk.

The waiting one

Love is lost and this rose was my miracle
Months go by and a petal chases it
Wishing and awaiting a new dawn I stand and hide all my torments

It feels like a century that I have been waiting
Because searching for you will end in vain
I beg of you, reach me. Stop lurking in the shadows

For I who is in dire need of you  cannot hold out much longer
You can follow the trail of petals and blood stains to find where I reside
Until that day I hold this rose by the thorns

When you find me look at this rose
It was meant for you my love
And since your reading this you were late
My scars didn't heal since the thorns kept cutting