He says 'Paint me a picture'

I rhyme honey, I don't paint. But I'll give it spin.

Words trickle off her tongue

Like the tears singing down her cheeks.

A beauty made of rhymes

Speaking of lovers trapped with Time...

Sitting inn the Darkness

For it is where she feels she belongs

Closing her eyes

And listening to the sorrowful Lies

Held within the sunlights sky.

She gets lost

She gets found

Yet her soul never once touched the ground.

She flies..

And comes alive

She dreams

But there is only once she'll sleep forever.

She cries

and stays strong

And she screams..

I am not the meek.