If you love me.
If you really love me.
Why is it that you look at the other stars, with such enthralling lust in your eyes?

I love the sun.
But sometimes he can be as ruthless as a gun.
Mean,
scorching.
Burning little plants.
Sometimes,
I’d just with he’d give them a chance.

Most days a hazardous storm.
I, a person, not too cold- neither warm.
My starlit sky was almost always covered with a gothic black atmosphere.
Many feared.
Sometimes it was too much,
allowing a rainfall of emotions to appear in a rush.
Sometimes... when you are around, you bless the ground I walk on.
You make me laugh,
and you fill my sky with a show of thundering fireworks.
You had many quirks.

The moon-
when she is dressed in the enormity of the thick, gothic black sky-
blanketed in stars,
truly is a magnificent sight.

Why can’t men be flowers too?
Even if he blooms a flower with black petals,
he’s still beautiful and rare.
He can still show affection and care.

Lick your lips.
Feel the bliss.
Autumn wish.
Taste the colours,
Chase the leaves.
Believe in dreams.

I’m in love with the sun
I’m in love with the sun
I’m in love with the sun
I’m in love with the sun
I’m in love with the sun
I’m in love with the sun

If the world stopped on its axel.
Would you re-spin it just to find me?

Get some sun,
Don’t be so glum.
Sugarplum,
Put a smile on that balm...

Rich season.
High in value.
Retro gold.
All sunflowers beauty sold.

Sky babe,
Autumn leaf.
Hello to the small flower beneath.
Beneath this storm you stand strong.
I’m proud, darling stay safe, fight for your ground.

Tangerine gold will fall. So stand close, if not, stand tall. Catch them. They’re magic.
They’re this seasons happiness and it’s selling fast.
Oh leaves of Autumn,
Won’t you last.

All yellow. All beautiful. All sprung. Blooming.
Yellow mania.
Fields of Kings.
Sunflowers, let’s let Autumn do it’s thing.

Orange, yellow and brown.
Is what fills my ground.
Autumn gold. Orange leaves.
Sunflower petals. And the brown seeds.
This was just a typical Autumn dream.

Autumn is harsh. Colder. Days feel shorter.
It may try to take your petals. So darling, be brave.
Be strong. Try to smile.
I promise it won’t last for long.
After all, it’s only seasonal.

The moon breaks through the sky.
Tides of ocean try to touch the clouds.
Nothing but silence.
No break to the air.
Only salt could be tasted,
Little to spare.

The softest of pinks,
Much tougher than you think.
Upon seeing shades of red,
You’d think that they’ve seen nothing but the dead.
Instead;
They endure new blooms,
Garden grooms,
Pinches from males,
Often a bouquet of sales.
The colour pink,
Was more beautiful than you think.

Orange Poppy.
Pull your gun.
Please, don’t look so glum.
Smile.
Pull your head up,
Tuck your chin.
Be the flower your mother taught you to be,
Before you sin.

Jupiter moon,
You make my heart swoon.
Different to mine and earth’s,
You have worth.
Although you’re not a star,
You can equally shine and light up the galaxy from afar.

Wine tasting will take a hold again.
When Spring has sprung,
And flowers lift themselves from their bums.
A season show of display will keep you in a wondering dismay.
Sit back,
Drunk up.
Oh, and please fill my wine glass the f*ck up.

You are small. You are a flower.
Don’t let yourself fall beneath their shoe.
You’re stronger.
You fighter.
You handle the rain. You handle the heat.
You handle the changing seasons.
So here I am, yet to tell you;
You will bloom again.

Tonight you kissed the ocean.

You gave light to the waves.

You gave them everything they needed to dance towards my shoreline.

My tears can no longer seek home in my eyes,
They refuge to the mainland- flooding and filling every crevice- they take away life.
Toxic and hot,
They spurt out as if they are small spits of lava.
I cause pain and devastation,
I **** nature.

For once the daisy had not been seen as strong or beautiful,

It was seen as tiny and insecure.

The Sun rotates,
kissing the Earths surface.
Countries mould against its blistering lips.
A burning blaze,
Heatwaves,
Scorches,
Fires,
Love,
Lust.

The Sun was what gave life, it’s sweet love, others only saw as toxic.

The humid heat made people go crazy,
Others falling into a love daze.

My love,
Your heart.

The Suns flares,
The moon’s phase.

Your oceanic eyes that carry the storm.
My temper that will end us.

The flowers you gave me, dry.

Fundamentally,
these were all of the things that would make me cry.

Holding onto my last hope,
I watch as the flowers finally die.

The moon phase rises over the naked city,
the inessential buildings soon just become nothing.

She walks the street with a beat in her step.
Hands cut from the rose thorns,
petals falling,
flowers dying.

She felt happy.
But misery laid nothing more less to the flowers.

Amongst the footsteps the cries could be heard.
The naked city wanted nothing more than to cover itself.
To hide behind plain sight.
It no longer wanted to be the city that filled everyone’s dreams,
the city that never slept.
It just lured for some time to shut it’s eyes,
to be nothing to this world.

To sleep.

The naked city was raw,
beautiful at most.
It had a unique glow,
kind of like the Moon.

It would just turn on and light up everyone’s night.
Make them want to write about it,
dine out.
Have the light gaze down on them.

It was somewhat.. magical.

Fall in to where it can begin.
Moon phase,
Orchid days.

Sweet bliss,
Wanting nothing more than to try your American kiss.

Heatwave.
Scorching skies,
White clouds in my love disguise.

I lay wanting to heal my pain.

Moon phase.
You cry,
Tears drowning flowers that lay nearby.
You stay,
Most don’t know why.

You live a lilac lie.

You take my Moon phase,
And I want to know why.

My tides,
My waves,
Reach my shoreline.

My sand was empty,
Completely still.

Now,
The grains of sand stand by me,
Pulling me at the knees.

Moon phase,
This night.
Emptying myself solemnly to the dark starlit night.

The raindrops race,
All falling in a synchronised pace.
They fall hard like tears,
It will seem as though this race will last for years.
The immediacy in their run,
Could almost be as fast as a gun.
With a bang to the window glass,
Half of these raindrops couldn’t be arsed.
Together,
The raindrops race.
Synchronised they fall from f*ing space.

Slowly I'll become that flower you loved,
A sunflower, a rose, a tulip bud.

I'll twist, I'll turn, I'll wilt, I'll forever be this guilt.

Slowly I'll be there, and slowly will I twist and fall in,
Throwing myself into the ocean where I can begin.

So shallow, so empty,
Is this all that there is left?

Slowly, slowly I'll be that flower.

Slowly I'll be the one in power.

Slowly I'll find a place where I can open my petals with grace,
Slowly I'll live once again.

Cautiously you will find me on the clifftop,
This time I'll be smiling.

This time I'll no longer wilt,
I'll be tall and strong emptying myself of that guilt.

This time the sun will bless me with all of it's hymn,
and turn your gun.

Feeling cold,
Feeling dead,
With nothing else but dirt beneath my head.

You fill my ground with seeds,
This was all that my world would need.
Slowly I feel them tangle,
Their roots start to mingle.

Flowers bloom and grow from my skull,
Further resting me in a peaceful lull.

Sunflowers, daisies and tulip buds,
Lay all around me brightening the mud.
Slowly, slowly my ground is beautiful once again.

Slowly, slowly my body is repaired,
But yet I am still questioning the when?

Wanting to live again just like them.

The honeybee lands onto the small flower,

A friendship blooming immediately.

The bee talks of pollen and how wonderful it is,

But the flower is silent.

The flower is afraid that it will be used time and time again,

Endlessly dying in a fantasy that we call love.

The flowers don't bloom,
And the bees fall into sudden doom.
The seasons pass by,
With the sun and the water and the people.
Nobody sees.
Nobody buys flowers.
Nobody has nice gardens.
The bees start to fly away,
Some die.
The ladies never receive flowers,
They cry.
The cities are empty and dull,
The people smile sadly.

The girls pants were the colour of lava,
The girl loved sweet doom and drama.

The stars in the sky were acid green,
The boy she loved became very mean.

The cacti had peach flowers,
The clouds would endlessly weep for hours.

She lies quietly on her bed,
The weak flower was her dread.

She closes her eyes and dreams of a new place,
Never wanting nothing more to head out into the dark space...

I am the rain,

And you are the forest floor.

I flood you.

I fill every crevice.

I cause you pain.

I drown you.

But yet you still thrive.

The flower wilts,
Tired, sad, dead.
With the scorching sun and it's burning blaze,
You cry.
It's white hair of age has seen it all,
but it never expected that it's own petals would fall.
They fall surrounding the burning ground,
Once was it fluffy and luscious green,
Once had it fulfilled every flower's dream.
Once did it hold events where teenagers would lay,
Where children would play,
Where kites were thrown into the sky.
Once did the flower wish it were a dream.
A wish for a world that wasn't so catastrophically destroyed.

You my sun love me like you love your moon.

You give her your nights letting her see the world,
Dance amongst it- bathe in it.

Every night she ends up somewhere new,

Every few minutes new life that is born is born on this earth will see her,
Fathom and wish to taste her beauty.

You too wish you could taste her,
But you were afraid of scorching her,
Her heart.

So when it is night,
You travel for day.

You watch her from afar hiding over the top of the earth,
Watching her rise.

She is so bold and beautiful,
Absolutely beaming.

You just sit and as she slowly dances her way up into the sky,
You smile.

You gave away your night life just for her.

I could live in your veins and still find a way to miss you.

You could push me into the water,
Holding my head under- and I'd still swim back to you.

Sometimes I write in my own blood,
Some would say it's painful.

But my blood,
Is your blood.
It's us.

Your voice makes me smile,
My blood pumps.

You keep me alive,
Even when you are killing me.

Blood is red.
It's our passion.
Our war.
Our hate.
Our love.

You make me exist even when I feel like I am dying.

Flowers seem to bloom ever so beautifully,
The colour stains to them like blood.

The water that filled their stalks gave them the most power weapon to live for,
Even if it were for a week, or even a month over time.

When the time came,
Slowly and peacefully the daisies petals shrivel and lose colour.

They fall...

Because he was her water that quenched her thirst,
And her sun that helped her grow.

He represented yellow.

Yellow represented many things love, the sun, happiness, and warmth.

But to her,
He was a daisy.

I stand here in the city.
The tall buildings tower over me,
And the wind cascades around me.

The children and people wear fur coats.
I wear Gucci.
They smell like whiskey and cigarettes,
But I pay no attention.

I see the lights that the city visions,
I hear the cries that the city screams.

It was perfect.  

Because I was here amongst the skyscrapers,
And within the atmosphere of life.

In a cold Summers breeze,
With blinding lights and Autumn leaves,
Along with children's dreams- you live that yellow English life.

She was a lover of the communist region,
We spoke of wars, death and treason.

What were we on about?

Living life with people in times and places,
Forgetting all universe spaces.

"Because everyone was dying... And you were the cure of it".