beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
the tides reveal what hearts don’t show.
a fleeting whisper, a fragile tide,
secrets kept where dreams collide.

I'll smile through tears that are hard to tame
Why must the depth of my love be measured
by how much I can endure in it's name?

It smells delightfully sweet
Her tongue emits scents
as she speaks
Her gaze is attractive
Her posture accentuates
her beauty
And her gesture
makes her a queen
This is
my youg flower

The truth asked lie, 'do you love me?',
lie kept lying, 'no i dont',
but truth read lie's eyes and replied,
'i love you too'....

There was a garden of un-thorned red roses
protected by un-imaginable silvery- pink cages
fenced behind the stony stretched
rib-like walls
they said fumigation on roots and petals are necessary

but he took my hands and handed me a lit-ciggerate..

Flowers you planted bloom in my lungs,
bright oranges and burning reds
their roots weave an intricate cage around my heart
but although they may look pretty,
I find I cannot breathe.