is growing, darling,
is growing,
the roses are blooming,
blooming,
nothing can stop them from opening up in front of the sun,
in front of people's eyes,
i am only watering them, and
watching

You ripped me away from my roots,
my aroma, with every breeze,
haunts you, your love for me,
your memory can't refute,
you hold me up to the sky,
begging the sun to rip through
the clouds, and you cry,
hoping it'll bring my soft petals to life,
but if I had a voice,
I'd beg to hear heavens deny,
just toss me back down,
turn your back,
don't turn around,
that's what you've always been best at.
~SacredInkedBlood

i believe i am motivated
by a very simple and primitive desire.

my life has been lived deprived of affection,
this has taken it's toll.

one day i heard a phrase.
"touch starved"
i believe it fits perfectly.

someone who has had so few loving embraces that they cannot imagine how it feels, driven by that desire.
i believe that is the desire that drives me.

i hear stories of these people, spending significant amounts of time in someone's loving embrace.
i've heard they cry.

i don't believe i would be able to summon the tears,
but i would love to test that theory with you.

Fetch my love
Please bring it round the bend
Sometimes it gets lost, every now and again
Tell it to me slow
Just this once more
Fetch me my love
Ah,
she shan’t be taken no more

A man of many talents
walked through my door
God I hope he walks through once more