Sarah's p.o.v
Shifting priorities, wearisome woeful fray, a crown of thorny roses.
Nostalgia, a passage into the great unknown.
These circles, hazy skies inside my mind never end.
Outpouring bloodshed, red clover, nameless imaginary lover.
An evening afterglow, memorable self-sacrifice, erosion.
Noteworthy blessed assurance, unspoken grace.
The mirror within my eyes, heavenly light.
Underground abyss, unsearchable enchanted palace, the ocean floor.
Christ's dark brown wooden cross, halfway empty hourglass, a lifeless church.
Intangible beauty, remissible innocence, fifty shades of gray.
One bittersweet dawn, your day of atonement.
X marks the spot where you met your fate and then ascended into heaven tonight.
