Green indents,
Pattered soil,
A make believe undone for me.

The trampling boots,
Of boys in greens,
Another to ride you down upon.

Sparkling tea,
Loose leaf,
Caramel born from winter.

A slay red ridden,
To my door,
Without forever mourn.

And in a steep,
Gleam between,
My heart does truly sink.

Because I know,
Im damned to be,
No worth between my bracelet beads.

Candles in,
Burning down,
Another of which I dream.