Love at first sight, It happened last night. Who would have believed it? Certainly not I! One smile, one look. Like a story in a book. Who knew that to love, One second it took? Be aware of the thrill. Aware of the chill. Because love at first sight, Is amazingly real!

And so I lie; Wrapped in gilded chains. This’ll be how I die; Wrapped in gilded chains. They bind me to the floor. They clip my wings from me. They dig deep into my flesh, and hear me plead for thee. And so, I cry, and I beg, Choking on my sorrow. Knowing you’re the one Who’ll help me see tomorrow. Until you come to my aid, I’ll stay bound to the floor. For these gilded chains, Aren’t my only tethers anymore. For now, my body is a prison And my mind is a lock. My thoughts a s

Orange are the clouds, dappled in setting light; Appearing for mere minutes, in dazed splendor, Flamboyant claims over splotchy patches of sky. The clock silently ticks. Fade it will, eventually. Does it know that? Yellow is the sun, the droopy director. Fire, warm, sparks the air Igniting plastic pleasantries. It speaks through Midas-gold rays, an omniscient Destiny; tracing arcs and arcs and arcs The single star in our system. White is the sand, coarse and nimble. Wide shot