your face is my temple
kisses go to pray there
it becomes my paradise
and now i stay there
your eyes become an ocean
they pull me deep inside
with some fear and some faith
here i am i will not hide
with 10 fingertip angels
your hands are my heaven now
i've delve into those 2 clouds
theres no turning back now
your feelings geluging
into my mind they flow
just like a river
your mouth is my boat
your heart is an isle
where mine goes to liberate
becuase your isle is paramount
i could never leave this place...
Shayla M Rue
Copyright ©2003 Shayla M Rue
My Beautiful Rose
the hideousness from her beautiful wits
slowly begins to rise
as she wilts and rots they realize it comes from deep inside
her posture slowly fading
as each petal falls
each and every single thorn decay and surley dulls
her fears begin to gather
she collects them in her mind
with the thorn in her hand slits through her dismay
bleeding her past from her vines
as she lay there to swell
sinking into the ground
just one question left to prevail
was is worth it all just to end up in h***.
Shayla M Rue
Copyright ©2004 Shayla M Rue