When I returned home, after having been gone
I'd missed the fire orange poppies blooming
missed the lilacs too, it was early summer
time for bright and blossoming flowers
there is no place that fits me quite like this
no place I wear this smile, quite the same
I follow bees into the garden
I sing like morning birds
just to be home

Go any lower and you'll expose what's left of your rutted and fragmented heart.

the only requirement for a thing to be good and beautiful
is that it be true.

The scariest thing I ever did




Was let you in

I basket-ed my wounds
With the sole purpose of still being your friend
But all it did was made me feel swooned
Only hoping that this torture would end
As every second passes by; seeing you with her
My heart aches with profound jealousy
Why can't I stop loving further?
For this pain takes me day by day breathlessly...
Every image of you etches in my mind; sealed
I imagine your words to her being sweeter than wine...
I just wish that the devil was real
So i could purchase your love with mine

-fir.m

Laughing to myself
Going a bit insane

What is this life?
Just a silly game

Drinking my Chamomille tea
Soon I may have to ***

It's the same for loving people
Like you and me
The grave awaits the body
But may our good souls fly free