Across the ocean, but forever, as we read each other's words, we are together, be it the dark of night or Dawn's first bright light.

How I express myself will be pleasing and satisfying precisely as I am and not disappoint because my expression is unlike those you have previously seen.

One day in someone’s eyes, I will be perfection, just as I am; to this person, I will be pristine.

They won’t be continuously washing off the I that is me trying to wash me away because who I am and how I express myself to them is deemed unclean.

The memories have been sneaking up on me, trying to push me off the rail.

The crimson splendor running down my shoulder is how my soul will silently wail.

Here I am beneath the moon; her beauty soothes me with her light so pale.

She witnessed your guile and how you conspired when you perceived my heart was frail.

I’m a nice person, so If I don’t want anything to do with you, you should ask yourself why that is.
You did, didn’t like the answer, and didn’t like the reflection you saw in your mirror. So you got mad at me and lashed out. You’re angry because you can no longer pretend you are not exactly what and who you are.

I remember you,

your eyes so bright shining beneath this moon.

I remember you,

your lips so soft and warm kissing mine beneath this moon.

Wild children of the night, slithering, crawling, taking flight.

To the human type beings, we must be quite a sight?

I can see you now, but still you give me fright.

I can't remember why, do you come bringing darkness or light?