Melody Lee

Come, get entwined in the dream catcher of my heart.

I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

I'm a tangled mess of wild.

Don't need a magic carpet to soar or wings to fly. I simply close my eyes and place my soul against the sky.

Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.

While they all ink their skin,I crave something permanent within.Bare your soulOpen your heartTattoo your love within.

She was a restless soul. Born with black wings and a gypsy heart.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.

It's easy to hide behind a smile, that's why it is so important to search instead inside the eyes.

She has one hell of a dark soul,but damn,it__ so full of light!

I have a dark soul, that doesn't mean I don't love the sun, rainbows and things that emphasize the light.

Her skin smelled like the twilight moon and her eyes looked primal, like a hungry animal. She was darkness _ dangerous, beautiful darkness.

My soulmust reachinto the cloudsand touch the beauty of madness.

With poetry, rules are meant to be broken. And that's the beauty of poetry; it's rebellious, like me.

She burns like the sunBeautiful when she comes undoneNo restraintsPure passion flowing through her veinsMadness refusing to be tamed.