Amber Waves

by Ryan Beere
(Where the wind blows)

Masked Mayhem
Relative beauty
Of a demonic style
Rough in being truthful
When in the mood for caring
Times of greatness
And uncharted forested hills
Bountiful fruits of flesh
Legs,
Vast great plains
Bitch with a smile
When her desires to be shared
Come in crashing waves
Unimaginable loss
As a young high schooler
Every time
She'd not call
The spoon we made
Were times of drugged feelings
Her let downs
Hardened my adolescent heart
Rocky ledges exist
She will not be remembered