WolfSol
Brain cashew smooth
10-syllable count
Porcelain wrapped in silken ebony,
Eyes as blue as the adventurous seas,
With lips tainted red like the setting sun,
And hair as dark and long as winter nights.
' I don't know what words I can say ,
Her beauty is the softest of gestures,
Grace adorned with sharp lines and supple curves,
As fluid as a petal in a pond.
' Your tears have a way to talk to me ,
Nothing can ever compare to her voice,
It is a mixture of the first spring rain,
The crashing waves over an embankment,
The caressing silence before a storm.
' They say that you are drowning in the rain ,
A voice that could raise the dead from their graves.
The kind of sound that chills you to the bone,
While it enraptures you with honeyed words.
' Despite the smile that adorns your face ,
She is the precision of perfection,
As soft-spoken as the leaves in the trees,
As flawless as the snow atop mountains.
An unmarred canvas atop an easel.
' I should have seen your pain ,
With a rare, golden personality,
As open-minded as the open sky,
Bubbling laughter a trickling creek.
' The scars hidden across your arms ,
Northern lights made from the curve of her lips.
With an ever brilliant, timeless smile.
A smile that would put the sunrise to shame,
Like a beacon against a starless sky.
' They say you are drowning in the rain ,
Yet her brilliant eyes show misery,
Storm clouds twisting over an open sea.
She hides it with pretty smiles and laughter,
' You've drifted too far for me ,
Tears as beautiful as the rain in storms.
Falling quietly behind her closed doors.
It's easier for her to handle alone,
Shrouded in the warmth of her solitude.
' I don't know what words I can say ,
Scars as red as the sunrise in mid-July.
Hidden well behind her yellow sweaters,
Because others' worry causes her pain.
' No matter how hard it hurts ,
Despair as blue as seas before the storm.
' Your tears have a way to talk to me ,
Thick and sweet like honey it consumes her.
' They say you are losing yourself ,
Her facade is crumbling, withering.
' Falling faster and faster ,
A porcelain as fragile as stained glass.
' Trapped in a lullaby ,
Eyes as blue as the adventurous seas.
' Singing the same old mantra ,
With lips tainted red like the setting sun.
' They say you are drowning in the rain ,
Porcelain wrapped in silken ebony,
Eyes as blue as the adventurous seas,
With lips tainted red like the setting sun,
And hair as dark and long as winter nights.
' I don't know what words I can say ,
Her beauty is the softest of gestures,
Grace adorned with sharp lines and supple curves,
As fluid as a petal in a pond.
' Your tears have a way to talk to me ,
Nothing can ever compare to her voice,
It is a mixture of the first spring rain,
The crashing waves over an embankment,
The caressing silence before a storm.
' They say that you are drowning in the rain ,
A voice that could raise the dead from their graves.
The kind of sound that chills you to the bone,
While it enraptures you with honeyed words.
' Despite the smile that adorns your face ,
She is the precision of perfection,
As soft-spoken as the leaves in the trees,
As flawless as the snow atop mountains.
An unmarred canvas atop an easel.
' I should have seen your pain ,
With a rare, golden personality,
As open-minded as the open sky,
Bubbling laughter a trickling creek.
' The scars hidden across your arms ,
Northern lights made from the curve of her lips.
With an ever brilliant, timeless smile.
A smile that would put the sunrise to shame,
Like a beacon against a starless sky.
' They say you are drowning in the rain ,
Yet her brilliant eyes show misery,
Storm clouds twisting over an open sea.
She hides it with pretty smiles and laughter,
' You've drifted too far for me ,
Tears as beautiful as the rain in storms.
Falling quietly behind her closed doors.
It's easier for her to handle alone,
Shrouded in the warmth of her solitude.
' I don't know what words I can say ,
Scars as red as the sunrise in mid-July.
Hidden well behind her yellow sweaters,
Because others' worry causes her pain.
' No matter how hard it hurts ,
Despair as blue as seas before the storm.
' Your tears have a way to talk to me ,
Thick and sweet like honey it consumes her.
' They say you are losing yourself ,
Her facade is crumbling, withering.
' Falling faster and faster ,
A porcelain as fragile as stained glass.
' Trapped in a lullaby ,
Eyes as blue as the adventurous seas.
' Singing the same old mantra ,
With lips tainted red like the setting sun.
' They say you are drowning in the rain ,
