Smile and Wave, wave and smile.

That's all I do with my wings of fire.

In the never ending masquade of self desires, most pain comes with selfish desires.

But at what cost do these selfish desires come from?

They come from the mask we put on to hid our pains, our fears, and our selves.

So smile and wave, wave and smile.

I can see through that mask, and those wings of fire.

Can you?

Scarlett: Ok first attempt at poetry Please tell me what you think

Embra: I'm board

Scarlett: Your always board

Dissembodied children: Scarlett Appel ownes everything

Scarlett: Of course I do or I wouldn't be on this site. Cherrio!