But the Lock is Broken

 My skin is bruised

 Like cherry-blossom petals;
And I've been taught to fear
To enjoy living in my cage
To rhyme in my words
Or it won't be art on the page.

Aurora

 Purple lights decorate pale white skies,

Twinkling as phosphenes after a tiring day.
I fear not the darkness, for it has yet to roam,
Live in a state of oblivion with me, today at Dawn
I will be with you and stay forevermore.
Ephemeral happiness will cease to be,
Our hearts may last a thousand years.

The Riverside is Mine

 Oh helpless whispers of white evening skies;

Can I grow to forget scars imprinted in my mind?
The walls felt to be of acid,
I touched them and my skin began to melt– yet I felt nothing.
The ground between my toes began to grow old;
Boots sinking into to rivers made of gold.
Wings of an angel take my heart into their
Soft pale white hands to concour my fears.
Swim – oh I was born to swim;
My lungs can fill with water but I have gills in my throat.
Nothing can beat me, I fear not –
This riverside is mine.