One Tree Hill,

freewill is a pipe dream.

Ignorance melts like vanilla ice cream.

Brutally honest, the truth lets out a

big loud scream. Stuck in the same

place, always seem to never move,

the moon remains infinite.

Love is hope, a rope

worth holding onto forever.

Coldhearted words falter

in this shelter of love at

dawn's first early bright

light. Longing for a rebirth,

faith promises the next

forty eight hours will be

full of mirth instead of

doom and gloom. Follow

the north star home, sweet

little white dove. Beautifully

broken, rose in bloom, experience

the kindness of ravens. These

enchanted eyes of an iris leave

an everlasting mark on the earth.