The seeds grandma the seeds!!!
Esta bien pruébalo mi amor, ni siquiera lo sentirás
Como todo lo malo que queda afuera cuando vienes a mi.
Tastes like pink and yellow
Real sugar this time its sweeter than candy!!!
Si amor sabe como el amor que tengo para ti.
The tree grandma the tree!!!
Tan grande como el amor que tengo para ti.

I love you.
Thank you for raising me and helping me make jam as sweet as can be.

Let it be your favorite flower.
Pictures of burning flowers might help ease the pain.
A petal smile that fits perfectly inside a picture frame.
Burning flowers only
Inside this house.
Only flowers that start a fire allowed past the front door.
In this house it's easy to remember to water flowers because they're set ablaze.
Water them and I'll take pictures of the burning flowers and stick them behind picture frames.
But too much water and life will die.
Burn them so they might stay alive
Too much love and I might die.
Burn me so that I  might stay alive.
It seems as if this description of life is far too violent but love is real.
Pick the flower
Plant the flower
That it may be the favorite flower
Dead or alive

This blondie is sweet as cake.
A true champion with a pretty face.
Royalty calls her the princess of pattycake.
A double dutch dancing dutchess
A two time winning pageant queen
Her hair stays messy and always on her cheeks.
Who needs a brush when you're  the princess of games & showcases?! Who needs to be proper when you're eating cake?
"I'm the princess of heaven with stains on my shirt!!!"
What a time to be eleven.
Royalty calls her the birthday princess.

I'm home ma.
Tell me that this fast pace family life is just what I needed. The kind that will get me to full from depleted.
I'm tired ma just tell me I'm home and I'll kick off the days with smiles on my face & wont search anymore.
Tell me I'm home and I've found what I was looking for.
That this love is transformed and all I need is the sanctuary. That it doesn't really matter that most **** boys turn out to be sociopaths. That it doesn't really matter how much money you have or how much power you have.
Just let my path be a powerless social one. The kind that keeps me broke & in love.
Tell me im home.
That this family loves me.
That this house really is a home free from deception. That I'm loved more and more with each day that passes.
Tell me I'm home.

Dont drink from garden Inside Blossom Able.
Besides sweet & sour fruits you'll find;
big crimson flowers, small purple flowers, blue ginger and other roots.
In the afternoon she scatters more seeds and prays only the good sprout up to embrace the sun and kiss the moon.
nevertheless, the seeds inside Blossom Able come as a trail mix of bad and good.
Dont drink of the fruits inside Blossom Able for her blood bleeds crimson,  purple and then blue.
Each fruit, each flower, each root
looks just like the last
There's no telling, who is who?
Red haired Blossom Able is rather pessimistic about the long term survival of her gardens youth.
Each night the weeds grow through and through.
Each day Blossom Able cuts through and through.
She looks forward to the time in which she will close her weary eyes, rinse her ****** hands and taste her own fruits.
She wont drink from the garden and neither should you.
One afternoon while spreading seeds of bad and good.
Two plums fall to her feet.
One good? One bad? Two good? Two bad?
She run her hands through her hair to wipe off her blood and then reaches down for two.
You feel that?
The odds of happiness and peace.
Blood drips from her hair as she squeezes each fruit.
The floor turns crimson, purple, and then blue.
Ain't it funny? ,she smirks.
How I'll never truly be able to tell the difference between blood and juice.

Heres to twenty one
Not yet a quarter
Two dimes and a penny.
Last night I cried two times over some henny.
It's okay though I just started but I guess I'll start over.

Heres to twenty one.
To a life well lived, sober, and full of experiences.
Learning to let go of the past.
Forgetting the should haves & shouldnots like the clerance shirts you just bought because its back to school season.
To not be like the California summer. Clingy to the golden age holding on to late mother September.
To be open to the fall.
To be strong when I fall.
To love the winter and walk over frozen lakes  once drowned in.
To love where I have been and seek where I haven't.
Embrace the seasonal life.
Here you wear satin and feel beautiful. Rich in passion.
Never ashamed for the life that happened or is happening.

Heres to twenty one.
Not yet a quarter
Two dimes and a penny.
Twenty one is just happiness and some change.

Girls girls girls
Paint the night & set off the new age with your moon lit luck.
I think your pink days are over and your dark days are getting closer & closer.
I think you might find peace in letting go of whats made you so tough.
That luck might fund you enough till times up.
Dress up and look towards the night.
You look nice in the moonlight.
Run into that grey darkness and paint soft strokes with your white brush.
That you may find love in whats made you sober.

Girls girls girls
You look nice under the moonlight.