horrible view

here i am
imagining satin dresses that fall  innocently and linger perfected with a scent of perfume and desire
dark yet light
sexy yet soft
hypnotising
 magical
perfect

the right way curls transform grace to the outside scene

i dont need to hold them
i dont need to think about them
they know what to do
look beautiful

finger nails just long enough to show white, snow symmetrical ,silent and smooth
they are the guards of my elegance
short to look natural sweet to look proffessional

here I am in the other dream i can smell roses fresh from a story of love
their petals still with daze from the night before
he sillhoute fromthe moon touches their face and they become a part of the night cascade of beauty
roses
red
whie
i cant decide but they fragrance my life with joy

yeah, one simple image sets me into a parallel pain and happinness
into a heartache and a fixation to love

for I dream of love obsessively and simply
I dream it to be simple and strong
but i am not the warrior for the job
for my faults are too many
to give energy to all the drawing in my mind to be drawn

the complexes are too itchy
too painful
too far

to be continued