*Pick yourself a flower
From the fields
Within my heart,
I make you a promise:
My kind, caring fragrance,
From you,
Will never, ever part.
Pick yourself a berry
From the branches
Of my soul's vine,
My giving, eternal sweetness
Will remain with you forever -
Beyond
The end of time.
By Lady R.F ©2016*
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
*Moments pass,
Days go by,
Time, it is too honest -
Arrogant, not shy.
It comes, and it goes,
It cares not, for your emotions,
It steals your dreams,
It throws them into
the deepest depths,
of the darkest, vastest oceans.
Time, it spares no pain,
It reminds you, constantly,
That it will soon take you...
It trys so hard
to make you anxious -
It will eventually break you!
It teases you
with the most pleasurable moments,
Those, that you will never forget...
It gives you special memories -
most precious,
and a few,
that you may live long enough
to regret.
Time, is an absolute blessing.
However, its inevitable end,
feels like a massive curse,
Time,
It ticks away faster
As you get older,
Making all of your anxieties
Feel horribly worse.
Time, it is impetuous,
And, unfortunately,
There a many souls
Who lack appreciation
For every blessed, precious,
Unstoppable second.
Sadly, they realise this,
Only when their final moments
Are about to come - when their last Breath is about to be taken;
When their soul
Has been beckoned.
Time,
It kisses you,
Then it runs,
It causes chaos,
Daily.
But, still,
With every second of it,
That we are blessed,
It makes us,
The lucky ones!
By Lady R.F ©2016*
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
I lost my mind to find my heart
I mended ways and came apart
I lost what's taught to find the truth
I had to age to find my youth
I lost my pride to find my dignity
I lost rebellion to become free
I gave up wealth to find true gold
I lost my life to gain my soul.
*I lost my life to gain my soul
I gained my youth by growing old
By gaining Christ my life was sold
I lost my life to gain my soul.*
Lost my flesh and found my spirit
I lent my ears just to hear it
I lost my eyes and gained my vision
I became whole by this division
Gave up the world to find such plenty
I became one to help the many
I gave up wealth to find true gold
I lost my life to gain my soul.
Chorus
I am the most when I'm the least
By waging war I found true peace.
Chorus
SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/17/2016
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC