Undercontrol

Her touch was rust killing everything around
She was a diva that strolled the smokey cold twilights
Cheeks always glowing with tears pouring out of her red sensitive eyes
She blamed and defended her ownself
It was difficult but one had to loose
Those lips longing the redness of love
That body being motioned by others
That rust that wasn't her to grow

Innocene of collecting stars and not knowing how they burnt her hands
Closeness if eye could see, she'd pick the longed star 
A geometry unknown
A theory yet to be explained
She was a planet destoryed yet reborn
 Bleeding clouds, crying rain, black days and heartless chest
It was all but regret never left
Her texture was of leafless tree, dying evidently yet refraining to bow down
Dripping the colors of love inside the tunnel bleached deep
Splashing her own face, disappointed at her own