Chapter 5: Infactuation (interlude)

Like the storms withering in the timeless glass
I hated it, but still, I stand a look so maybe I will pass
I see beyond seeing, yet no one is there
Only, I do feel it now, she comes to me, that brown spark buried inside her stare

If looks would kill, that she wouldn't lie
From eyes of stony crystal, they hurt when they cry
The trees only sprout their shaded life held captive in the parks
She wonders to herself, alone, in countless darks
Dealt a joker when all she ever wanted was the
Queen of Hearts

Its probably my best not to look and somehow I must
I see with her pain, nowhere to go, and no one she can trust
I live to save her passion, her soul stays with me
Remains as blessed as can be
For low, and forever, all I really see in her is the same spirit that lives in me

Infatuation ~ Audrey Roberts

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