Untitled.

In my head, She lives in my head.
A textbook basket case.
A cynical romantic.

Her eyes were rubies.
Her skin was snow.
Her breathe was the wind.
Her mind was the sky.

A creation of Mother Nature.
The divinity of Time.

Born from the powers.
And thus doomed to fall by them.
She was condemned from the start.

And that was the day that the blues mixed with the reds.
And the stars fell to the earth.
And her little Wonderland had been destroyed.