Sin of the Wind
The easy whispers of the wind
Calmn and peaceful within
Hair ruffled
Smile not shuffled
Intoxication floods a heart
Cool breeze keeps it from falling apart
Glorious skin dares the wind to stay awhile
Without it the lips would have no reason to smile
The around winds therefore brought its wrath
Strings of hair everywhere in the aftermath
Trees shaking afraid of being in its path
Dark splotches confined with the physcopath
The astounding smile died
Shard words pierce the wind that tried
Clear blood falls from hurt grey clouds above
Wind just craved to open its true feelings and love
Wind now taking on another form and mass
Spirals touchdown on the frisky grass
Wanting to leave with this arrow in its heart
Tripping and falling it tears others and itself apart
Multiple rotations of the sun
The fearful wind is no longer in full run
Peaceful breeze takes place
Smiles spread but the wind would never again embrace