Purple Eyes and Dances On Roses
my writing
liz's writing
Shadows at midnight saw their fingers together to tell this story:
In the light of the moon purple eyes see a broken mirror
An insect lands on the worm wooden frame
Elegance dresses the poppy parade growing between the cracks
In the dead of the night a throbbing heart
Sings songs about purple eyes with a broken mirror
Fire burns in the eyes of those children
While previously burned leaders
Sit in stance, lest no protection for youngsters
Dying for dances in roses
Cradles are falling from the dwarfs of the stars
Saving what meant the least to all around
Vast meadows whine in the dead of the night
Of troubles from purple eyes and a broken mirror
Mystical trance-inducing music shall flow
This plan has to work
The cotton ball hair rests in the grass
Falling leaves fuel imagination pictures
While I die for dances in roses
Cold screws pierce the shoulder in envy
The hand of the wind caresses the silk in the dead of night
Of the fine hair in the dead of the night whistling
Of the bloody purple eyes and a rotting broken mirror
Fog of enchanting creations occurs
Swirling in her ears to mix thoughts
Creating a master operation
Blue eyes shining the cold, hard truth
Laughter of accomplishment fills the air
Feet cut up from dead dances in roses
Shallow, broken up reflect ions, kill blue jays quietly napping
Lightning strikes sand, mashing colorful glass gems with stone
In the dead of the night I read pencil marks
Of closed eyes and a dead, broken mirror
Perishing quietly on street corners
Numb from heartache frostbite
Everyone searches for that simple little reason
The love, the light, the luminosity
But may it never be truly found today
You glare in my direction with hatred
In pain from dying for dances on roses
Guns to their head when we close our eyes
Crows turn to dust and the angels will fly
When the hay is perish from the fire in my fingers
The owls will come in the dead of the night
And hoot about purple eyes and a broken mirror
Foreshadowing glances of lies and crying chances
Love but could never go back
My dear, I miss you so very much
Unfortunately you were a great secret
And a big mistake according to car crash hearts
Making me die for dances on roses
Bubbles from the nostrils of young boys drowning
Pupils and irises caught in the light of bedrooms
Through open windows a hollow tree moans
Of controlling purple eyes and a slave of a broken mirror
Force feeding girls with feelings of imperfection
The false wording boys do nothing to help
Silk caresses the images we keep for comfort
As his voice fills ears with pounds and ounces of terror
While we die holding hands for dances in roses
White and black feet in the cold ink from a pen
And lips so full and red cherries cover in fear
Souls so perfect, they'd be sinful not to steal
Conspicuous lies fall on us like the leaves of fall
In the dead of the night, bells chime
Of purple eyes and a broken mirror
Collecting the grains of dreams
We seek all but never find anything but of you
Constellations of memories turn to fantasies
Peach wood corners stab poison to the brain
While you died for dances in roses
Grasshoppers jump onto mushrooms of indigo
And from them, butterflies emerge to the heavens
Doorknobs and hinges bend with the looping vines
Nebula's cloud visions of arrowheads growing your hopes
In the dead of night, apples are eaten for the tale
Of purple eyes and a broken mirror
Disappointed faces of your fears
You love her as you'll never love me
Staring from the middle of a crowd
A blue face: no name, no life, no happiness
Cry and dying for dances in roses
A cloud of ash, hovering above our heads in fury
Spewing dirty looks and deadly stares
Tears falling on petals of tombstones in your legs
Viewing through dry markers on your desk, flesh is seen
It dances under the street light where gun fire can be heard
To a tune of bones in the dead of the night
Breaking under purple eyes and a broken mirror
Blue and gold to the entire world
All the ships have sailed away from the cowardice fights
Hearts from the deck slice the lives of their kind
Commands of ribbon wrapping around your throat
Pretty little bow for a finishing touch
Pictures cast images with decibels not for any of us
Looking like famous onces may be all the rage
But it destroys feelings and feeds off of life
As we die for dances on roses
I'll have you know I'm waiting for nothing
I pray the red glow will dim so I can't see the leeches
As they suck away my life through my neck and hips
And a skeleton snaps its feet and toes one by one
Before I get to write in the dead of night
Of glaring purple eyes and a haunting broken mirror
Windows crack to body temperatures
Increasing closeness until I scare myself near death
Lips so full I can hardly stand to be close
Books stacked from research for important needs of living
because I think of dying for dances in roses
My wrists are still as clean as before but ours on the other hand
Take scars and bruises like friends and family during thanksgiving
You see blood like it's not an evil thing
But instead like a salty pleasure to endure
In the dead of night, stains will mark a time in the tower
Of nasty purple eyes and a selfless broken mirror
To the wishes that these moments might change
The forgery clean as that silky snow
Flames licking the legs of those non-believers
Shows you just how serious they can be
When the forced language comes down to it
It's all for death by dancing on roses
Frigid, the mood breathes
Taking deep, gasping, rasping sighs
Her voice is croaking, sad and lonely
As she narrates a story of vibrant purple eyes and a cracked mirror
Fleeing from the unimaginable
Running and not knowing what you're running from
The enemy's most deadly when it can't be seen
Creeping up faulty spines
Stalking out deaths on dances with roses
liz's writing
Shadows at midnight saw their fingers together to tell this story:
In the light of the moon purple eyes see a broken mirror
An insect lands on the worm wooden frame
Elegance dresses the poppy parade growing between the cracks
In the dead of the night a throbbing heart
Sings songs about purple eyes with a broken mirror
Fire burns in the eyes of those children
While previously burned leaders
Sit in stance, lest no protection for youngsters
Dying for dances in roses
Cradles are falling from the dwarfs of the stars
Saving what meant the least to all around
Vast meadows whine in the dead of the night
Of troubles from purple eyes and a broken mirror
Mystical trance-inducing music shall flow
This plan has to work
The cotton ball hair rests in the grass
Falling leaves fuel imagination pictures
While I die for dances in roses
Cold screws pierce the shoulder in envy
The hand of the wind caresses the silk in the dead of night
Of the fine hair in the dead of the night whistling
Of the bloody purple eyes and a rotting broken mirror
Fog of enchanting creations occurs
Swirling in her ears to mix thoughts
Creating a master operation
Blue eyes shining the cold, hard truth
Laughter of accomplishment fills the air
Feet cut up from dead dances in roses
Shallow, broken up reflect ions, kill blue jays quietly napping
Lightning strikes sand, mashing colorful glass gems with stone
In the dead of the night I read pencil marks
Of closed eyes and a dead, broken mirror
Perishing quietly on street corners
Numb from heartache frostbite
Everyone searches for that simple little reason
The love, the light, the luminosity
But may it never be truly found today
You glare in my direction with hatred
In pain from dying for dances on roses
Guns to their head when we close our eyes
Crows turn to dust and the angels will fly
When the hay is perish from the fire in my fingers
The owls will come in the dead of the night
And hoot about purple eyes and a broken mirror
Foreshadowing glances of lies and crying chances
Love but could never go back
My dear, I miss you so very much
Unfortunately you were a great secret
And a big mistake according to car crash hearts
Making me die for dances on roses
Bubbles from the nostrils of young boys drowning
Pupils and irises caught in the light of bedrooms
Through open windows a hollow tree moans
Of controlling purple eyes and a slave of a broken mirror
Force feeding girls with feelings of imperfection
The false wording boys do nothing to help
Silk caresses the images we keep for comfort
As his voice fills ears with pounds and ounces of terror
While we die holding hands for dances in roses
White and black feet in the cold ink from a pen
And lips so full and red cherries cover in fear
Souls so perfect, they'd be sinful not to steal
Conspicuous lies fall on us like the leaves of fall
In the dead of the night, bells chime
Of purple eyes and a broken mirror
Collecting the grains of dreams
We seek all but never find anything but of you
Constellations of memories turn to fantasies
Peach wood corners stab poison to the brain
While you died for dances in roses
Grasshoppers jump onto mushrooms of indigo
And from them, butterflies emerge to the heavens
Doorknobs and hinges bend with the looping vines
Nebula's cloud visions of arrowheads growing your hopes
In the dead of night, apples are eaten for the tale
Of purple eyes and a broken mirror
Disappointed faces of your fears
You love her as you'll never love me
Staring from the middle of a crowd
A blue face: no name, no life, no happiness
Cry and dying for dances in roses
A cloud of ash, hovering above our heads in fury
Spewing dirty looks and deadly stares
Tears falling on petals of tombstones in your legs
Viewing through dry markers on your desk, flesh is seen
It dances under the street light where gun fire can be heard
To a tune of bones in the dead of the night
Breaking under purple eyes and a broken mirror
Blue and gold to the entire world
All the ships have sailed away from the cowardice fights
Hearts from the deck slice the lives of their kind
Commands of ribbon wrapping around your throat
Pretty little bow for a finishing touch
Pictures cast images with decibels not for any of us
Looking like famous onces may be all the rage
But it destroys feelings and feeds off of life
As we die for dances on roses
I'll have you know I'm waiting for nothing
I pray the red glow will dim so I can't see the leeches
As they suck away my life through my neck and hips
And a skeleton snaps its feet and toes one by one
Before I get to write in the dead of night
Of glaring purple eyes and a haunting broken mirror
Windows crack to body temperatures
Increasing closeness until I scare myself near death
Lips so full I can hardly stand to be close
Books stacked from research for important needs of living
because I think of dying for dances in roses
My wrists are still as clean as before but ours on the other hand
Take scars and bruises like friends and family during thanksgiving
You see blood like it's not an evil thing
But instead like a salty pleasure to endure
In the dead of night, stains will mark a time in the tower
Of nasty purple eyes and a selfless broken mirror
To the wishes that these moments might change
The forgery clean as that silky snow
Flames licking the legs of those non-believers
Shows you just how serious they can be
When the forced language comes down to it
It's all for death by dancing on roses
Frigid, the mood breathes
Taking deep, gasping, rasping sighs
Her voice is croaking, sad and lonely
As she narrates a story of vibrant purple eyes and a cracked mirror
Fleeing from the unimaginable
Running and not knowing what you're running from
The enemy's most deadly when it can't be seen
Creeping up faulty spines
Stalking out deaths on dances with roses