she was the
f  o   r    l     o      r        n
rose
in the garden of girls

yes, she was as breathtaking as a fallen angel, skin carved from the delicate marble of the moonlights downfall, eyes a glimpse into a crystal window lit honeydew with evening sunlight, her voice coated over with the lullaby of melting galaxies and dying stars

her petals were
w e  a   r    y
with the destruction
of atlantis
and the
d e  s   e    c     r      a       t        i         o          n
of
neverland

where her dreamy body kissed the earth, daisies bloomed with the essence of shooting stars and butterflies sewn by the thread of romanticizing sung in her wake, everything bursting with rapturous reality, a dream birthed to life, graced in a curtain of feverish mist

but was it all
an
i l  l   u    s     i      o        n        ?
for
saturns
s i  l   e    n     c      e
and mercurys
s u  f   f    e     r      i       n        g
breaks her
venusian
heart

she is on fire with glory, slowly crumbling to a silvery     a    s     h

these delusions are
so
a  d   d    i     c      t       i        n         g
leaving my tongue stained
with a
blackberry wine intoxication

but venus is
e     x      h       a        u         s          t           e           d
it is time to
wake 
up