Building castles of her crystalline…

She lives and breathes and hides behind
an outrageous smile
and her eyes of burnt obsidion.

She greets you into distance
when you takes you in her arms,
A twisted warm oblivion.

She stands like a sequoia
Rooted firmly in the soil
upon the prime meridian

And she’s just one crack away
from being broken.

She stands behind the counter
Changing passion into wine
bouquet of rosy cinnamon.

She toasts to better days
As she tries her best to chase away
Her will to be forgotten.

She’s holding onto nothing
And it’s heavy on her mind
As she waits to notice when it gone.

And she’s just one crack away
from being broken.
Said she’s just one crack away
from being broken.
And she’s waiting for her knowing
to be spoken.

Building castles of her crystalline.