How dare you tell me to withdraw,
When you know that I can not
behead myself?
Is this my prize now, to swoon?
If only my love for you was a balloon,
then I would just grab a needle.
‘Pop’, and I am gone, without wheedle.
How dare you ask me
to slit my own throat?
You sowed a seed in my heart,
and your roots grew faster,
Much sprouter, than your shoots.
I held you pseudo-holding me,
My dear, Desert Rose.
I mean, Plastic Rose.
Because when it gets hot,
you melt like floes.
Even in the virility of my storm,
my faith danced with the wind.
How do I reap you off my ground,
when you are the sweet of my wound?
To love loving you,
When you smacked me on the face,
with your eyes closed.
Even though you were lost to grace,
my fears, I disposed.
How dare you tell me that,
it was all an act?
How dare you?

I hear the echoes of her cry,
Far deep in space,
She flows down on my cheek.
Never to dry, part of me.
Her wounds hide in my heart,
Blood that flows from memory.
I am sorry baby,
But I am lost too,
I am that drop, that hangs
Besides the lemon of your eye.
Wherever you are,
That's where my love will be.
I hope for always,
For our pain is better than lies.
I could have held you by now.
I wish I had fought more,
More punches with my right.
But, Baby you know,
My left hand was stabbing me.
And she left me to die.
We both died before we lived,
But my words shall live on,
And with love eternal,
"I love you, my baby".
I may not own a dime,
But you were my everything.
I know your twinkle smile,
Was worth the living.
Hope to see you soon.

Loving, I am at my most happy,
Just loving.
Though at times,
I am treated like a fool,
Love is my eye and my wisdom.
Sometimes, crooked ways
are deviced,
To break my loving heart.
But its already a broken heart.
I don't blame, I don't curse,
Though, labelled the loser,
I am at my most happy
In my brokenness.
Loving doesn't mean I'm weak,
It Doesn't mean I'm vulnerable.
It is just a heavy crown,
Gold, that makes me, ME!
Loving is the reason why
I am happy!

Its my birthday, today.
My blessings, stretched.
Time runs fast and slow.
My heart softly ignores,
But my mind knows.
So, the heart beats in treble;
And my hands, they tremble.
Value-added breaths
On escaped deaths.
And to every pain and smile.
Deeds on balance sheets.
Proaction on depreciation;
A cherished appreciation.
Grace, much more needed,
It may not be earned.
Prayers, very much required.
Though I may be silent.
Wishes blown off a candle,
Yet they reside in balloons.
Like flowers, they bloom.
Another season, it lives.
Another season, it dies.

Lead me to her open arms,
that, with

brightest smiles

of caring love, will hold you.
Take me to her sweet voice,
that will listen to you cry
and bless you with, "I am here".
Take me to our love,

my aurora;

a place called home, each night
we hold our hands in prayer.
Lead me there Baby, I love you,

whilst pastures of time 'green'.

Take me to 'then I held you',
in my arms and never let go.
Where your little head will feel,

the sweet annoyance

of my lips.

Where our eyes will touch

and never let us seperate again.

How sweet is your sleep, love,
Your heart's ballerinas spread?
How sweet is my love for you,
When I am everywhere but far?
How sweet is your pain, my love,
At the sound of my tears?
Forever, they rain in seasons;
The pouring sweat of my thoughts.
Our memories expelled, they rove,
Lost in space, now ghosts of love?
You heard the song of my pain,
At the tune of my tears, you ballet.
My song forever blue will be,
My death, in small doses, will beat.
How sweet is my death, my love;
At the sound of my tears?

Whatelse can say,
What can I do?
When a barrel of a gun
Is shoved into the neck of my agony.
Do I cry for bread,
Or do I cry for freedom?
From ugly minds whose belly is hell?
Am I any special?
Or am I, at least, human?
To tread like a cow for their pockets,
As they milk my degrees?
They eat the meat of my wage.
Their beef with me, like wolves,
Sits in the plates of their children.
Do I die with grief,
Or do I live with love?
To depart with an everlasting smile,
Loving them still,
Loving the color of my blood.