Perennial streams trickle down mother earth's face.
Walls dam the memories, yet they crack at the might of the infite flow.
A freshly picked bouquet of scarlet roses, translates to flashy cheeks and a beautiful smile.
Scared of the lonely void, I sleep in your clothes.
My love, always loved. Flow with the current, towards the blue ocean.
Haunt not my retreat, for your sake and mostly mine.

A woman who always gets her way.
Never scared of the dark,
you pour your youth on the floor.
Cherished and loved by many,
you grab with both hands;
and let yourself go out of reach.
Like a sunflower above corn.

It was beautifully blinding like the morning light.
Wet eyes staring at your picture as the flames engulfed it.
Defeated I retreat to smoke out the pain,
Like a wounded lion dragging; what remains of its pride.

Smoke fills the lungs, the brain pays the price.
The ******* I snort up my nose, prescribed to cure me.
The capsules I chew, burn my insides slowly.
Off the shelf syrups no longer quench my thirst.

The thicket forest fans a cool breeze,
that brushes against the furrows engraved on my face.
The rain pours violently, and the rich aroma rising from the sun baked sand; flouds my nostrils.
The voluptuous coke glass bottle filled to the neck,
Ignites a memory of her only silk dress.