Your love is like a rose:
The redder it gets, the older it is (deep crimson)
Whispering wits and tales of tomorrow’s end…
I dream about you, it makes me nervous.
A feeling that has never crossed my mind,
an itch that is hard to find
Will you be mine?
A draft draws me back in.
You could feed me to the fishes, I would not care;
a floating carcass encased in nature, bound by the beauty – it is cyclical
(as long as you were there)
Stop being so cynical!
Does this make sense to you? A fool’s heart is certain,
perched upon an open desert made of less than desire.
Why shall I bother?
Because, I know there is something there, more than you care to know.
Acceptance comes after realization.
A bittersweet sorrow you may not rightly fathom,
Because your eyes cannot open to the possibility of intention (they are all good, I swear)
To beckon upon your misery would be unjust of me;
All I want is to open your heart;
Peel back your petals, cup you in my hands
Show you a sweeter side that you deserve to get used to.
Will you let the rain drops give you life again?
Or wither away into soft nothings, brought to you by tragedy?
Do not dwell in the past, let us live for now.
A prayer on one knee in the future (the key)
Hold onto thee.
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