Amelia_v

As I hold my pen of peace,

The veil of hate,

Lies,

Death,

It fades away.

And reveals our world in a new light,

We all sing of love in the rays of light

Liberated,

Through life you need to hide.

But not really,

You hide from enemies and friends alike.

You need to hide within your own skin,

Hide your thoughts, feelings, who you are.

Some people think rain is bad,

It makes some people mad,

But,

We should see rain as a gift of power,

Because rain can make flowers,

Flowers are picked and given to those we care about,

Medusa's story

is one that has been poured over

and over

pulling apart each letter until it is 

not 

a letter 

anymore

shared and split down the middle and torn

His bittersweet taste,

Pressed on my lips.

His alluring voice,

Captivating my ears.