You

We keep spinning and spinning—

You're everything I've ever wanted.

He tells me I'm his with only his hands,

Like flames hold you in the cold.

Hearts are soft, and blend like pastels. 

My eyes are resting, soaking up the feelings, like grass needs the rain. 

We are a porcelain set a girl is setting up to be perfect from 1920. She loves a happy ending and now it's my fairy tale. 

Safety

Getting lost in a Forrest with

Brittle branches—unstable if touched.

A river, so blue, yet green rushes

Violently like Romans charging to battle.

Robotic birds gawk at your poise and 

Confusion; they breath heavily.

The sun still peaks to check to see if

You are still sane—you are only slightly.

Thoughts fall like acorns from the tree hitting the trunks like ping-pong.

A wind of heavenly hosts rock you to sleep—to peace.