O Love! thou makest all things even In earth or heaven; Finding thy way through prison-bars Up to the stars; Or, true to the Almighty plan, That out of dust created man, Thou lookest in a grave,--to see Thine immortality!
They enter my office and I am their landfill They take a cozy seat on my blue heartbroken couch They unload all of their garbage One by one a banana peel of tears an alluminum leftover of regret and as their tainted trash piles to the cieling I take it all from them with nothing in return I offer them a clean towel and an uncluttered clear hope And I genuinely love them for it
I will take all of your dirt and brown disgust you've held in bins all these years once a week as long as you want my beautiful dears
I killed a soul I broke his heart I tried to mend it but it just fell apart
It was not sinister or something I was longing for yet, I shivered his fragile soul He said I stabbed him with the tip of my sword Like if I have never loved before
The minty chemical flavor of my soft body fed his starving soul He wanted it so badly then I thought, oh how sad is an unrequited love
He is not what I have been waiting for I think this happened to me before but I was the unrequited love
I wish there was a way to mend his lonely soul I wish I could find a way to prevent from shattering his soul
and here we go again another text from you again I will answer one more time again breaking your heart again
Please, don't mind my words
It was a warm morning in April The tulips were blooming when I was running
I stood long under stars and trees clouds transiently swift in winter's eve memories of yesterday's child, a year to play a dream, a pond to skate away
Now wintery thoughts are aglow cool drifts the night through open windows Owls haunt with delight they seek to prey, quick before the light of sleepy days
I slept and fell deep the well my soul drinking freely bathed in sweetest darkness depth of sorrow wakes me soon my joy alights this morning moon
Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you.