Growing up without mother's love, with only the sky to look up to.
The current would wash me up where it wandered.
The world could only pity for my kind.
Channeling my burning rage into my trade, earned me a small fortune.
The skies were clearing and with that a blinding light emerged.
The light shone in my eyes and the warmth touched my skin.
Trading all I had and was to own the beautiful star, without realizing the light had a mind of its own.
I lost my freedom, together with the memory of my mother.
Chained and conquered by love. I take what I can and wait in line.

Vanilla with top cherry petals blossom in the sun.
Camped on the park bench, silently observing the crowd.
Without any chase left, I wait on my prey.

My reaction is mostly neutral and hers falls on the extremes of either side.
Living on borrowed time, she lives only for herself.
With each added year, the more roots she plucks.
Rocking herself by the fireplace, she cries for the long gone friends.
Who could have helped her drown the pain of life, and I help her to bed.
Where she stares at the ceiling, before retiring to her self made Utopia.

I like it when you turn to me and whisper,"I told you not to overdress."
The warm tickling air flooding my ears.
As fine people steal glimpse from their rows, and I turn to you.
Sealing your cherry lips with a kiss.

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.

They changed and the world changed with them.
Improving everything to their needs and immediate gratification.
A world and a selfish specie, till death do us part.
The bride rearranges everything and fuses over anything.
The walls crack to the pressure and wash up the mold.
Life sprouts from the ashes, in the limelight of the day and night stars.
Eyes fixed on the sun, fail to ignore the silhouette.
The climate changes, nature can't keep up.
A globe of complex colours, the chameleons make it work.
Defined identities unchanging like epitaphs in the graveyard.
Life goes on, as dead clocks take a hand break.