A broken call OR beauty itself

Don't know if this might cum out right nor uttered correctly,

bt subconsciously i struggle to find beauty amongst the skys,

bt fine i'll go right ahead with it.

Serenity attires, nd half of this only existed in my dreams,

define my hearth nd share the little light, 

atleast thee affirmation of my conscience finds to fit in otherwise.

As i idled from one romantic scenario to another as if leaping on a breathless battle ground,

prestigious to find beauty to defy in simplicity,

my unworthy trust at heart applaudes in deniel.

Apart from this,a winter storm i see ahead,

had me in isolation, several tons of phrases orchestrated,

particularly the reception of my thoghts.

Catering for thee unknown,

the marvellous sound of the heartbeat,

singing louder than the music thats playing at the background,

Its utterence are a wonder;

beauty is outragers.

As so it looks like i'm in an impossible situation, 

how i found to due a possible solution would be a lie.

For i long to cute time with a knife,

which i desire a sense of pleasure in that.

Are u not to slay the bits of ur beauty for me,

as i witnessed in my dreams my beauty night sleep,

u responded to my longings, a hand to bandage my wounds.

If so u're not willing,then i was not dreaming,

cz the terrible ending wasn't as tragic.

Hear my voice nd see me weep,

i'll remain a portrait of an unimaginable dream.

Pouring out while standing infront of a mirror,

trying to frame what i see possible as i scream; 

"what form of art is this"; I would rather have beauty that i know of. . .

than what i already see.

So know of this; i am not a woman nd i will not cry.

An (Untitled Field) affair

Weeks at end thoughts needed to end,
stole a piece of the shade nd made a portrait to begin with.
Ofcause no promises were made
A companion of flowers paired in colours dressed my garden
and seasons never end My future planned,
Non so delicate could inrich my heart,
The wealth was priceless
Could've sworn the best is in me somehow.
Believe me it was an amazimg scienario to bare witness of. . ,
 . . .this is the best i can be,
non more nor less that much i could give. . .
 Hills firm nd heavenly,
rivers flow glooming in thousand colours they glow.
Streaming an innocent beauty of nature
amongst my dreams to say the least.
Ecstatic! Beyond my imagination i pounded in egony,
 i'll be out of my mind if i leave this field for another to steal.
 Who am i not to tell,
How i witnessed . . .
"speechless". . .
I should share That i painted an orphan,
 an infinite coverlid In colours,dust and a troubled vision,
those are most of my tears.
The little i do for happiness,
the rest is history as i'm glad to know i'm far from being hopeless. . . .
this is the best i can be non more nor less that much i could give. . .
Wave a smile and tell;
"Love 's not al that but what u have inside,
an enemy or a friend ur the best u can possibly be
Your perfect just stop being ignorent. . .
this is the best u can be *giggling*
shame on u for hiding cz nature ur such a dream. . .
 Thou u have so much to give.

Love and I are a Classic

Regardless of a summers thief thus intense a desire of grief,
 Love and I are a classic.
 We completely oblivious towards each other,
let along knowing our existence to one another
 I literaly implicate loves lust becuz of this obscure trust,
A distinct resemblence distressess my perception over patience
Well the is no sense of judgement in my distance,
but my absents But because of my courage and resistance,
I in particular,would characterise my opponent as a threat
Never to regret that i would forget,
To know of the implication preffer'd over patience
I'm barely loves existance.