Reality sometimes can just be so absurd a life is often thick, but can just contain a word. I thought I want and need so many things indeed. But a single thing I could never reach a flower worthy of none but love to reach. The flower that colors my life with arms we much admire bought with luck and truth, is the flower of desire. To be watered with water from the stream near a path I have not chosen. This is why my flower would be much more lost than I if I kept it in my heart to comfort my every sigh. Dried and close to death is what my flower is without another heart that’s just as filled with doubt. Together we would cancel out and never again would I pout. My path would be deserted as with its opposite But in the middle, hand in hand our path will be lit. The shoes would fit perfectly, but my heart is much too sad, you see. If it turns out again just me my flower once young, an old and dying tree. The candle blown out would be with traitor feet my guide. How can I truly see that I can never hide Mere toys in a dream put here by some sadistic host a grinning eagle to tear me from my post. The alarm would blare I believed this for so long If gone is the pair containing our loving song. The notes and words in every heart but mine forced to share the contract that only I did sign. My hope so cold and lost but still just as needed. Taken as cost AND I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 18:42:11 +0000