The Poets Behind The Poems:

by Scott Cole

Beneath the senyru of the maple tree
Are male tainted butterflies lost in love,
Their tragic beauty and twisted hearts
Comes from a scorned poetess thereof.

Bleeding angels with wings of flames
Beautiful chaos that's rotten with pain,
Courageous dreamers looking for joy
Like baby rainbows without their stain.

Blue dreams cursed with purple sparkles
Female faces with wasted fake smiles,
A lady of pearl or the princess of love
Unseen exposures dare seen for miles.

Tainted butterflies until the end of eternity
That's branded like a naughty mouse,
From cold steel jaws of a harsh society
Their sneaking hearts are now doused.