☂ She's Thunderstorms ☂

She's a beautiful, broken, jagged scar

On a sapling dotted with dew.

She's thunderstorms and hurricanes,

Whirling snow and icy hail.

A miracle, a tragedy,

A sunlit window spotted with rain.

She's a wax-sealed jar, a locked up room

With rusty keys tossed out to sea.

♖ Paper Kingdom ♖

Folds of crimson, gold, and blue,

A timeless work of vivid hues,

And walls of hardened granite too,

That keep away the foreign kings, true,

But hide away the fiery cues

Of sunsets and their golden views

From starry eyes and folded hands

With dreams of different, windswept lands.