Tastes like gratitude, smells like sweetness
The lying eye of nostalgia, I know he doesn't mean it.

My life is green with patches if dryness, but it's okay. At times my crops may be dry around the edges or I will be thirsty from the labours of watering and pruning.

There will always be gnats and rocks that lie in the dirt.
Some days I will bleed and be bitten, others I will miss, misplace and mistake the common trials
Believing it to be my demise,
Some days it might have been
And one day it will be.

I know that common is full of cracks where unknown creatures crawl and where also blessings dribble and pour.

I still taste you on my lips
You were a king who hugged and kissed
I was robbed of my heart so big
I’m now a pauper who wishes she could give
I didn’t care about certain kinks and cracks
I just loved how you loved me back
I wish I could have given you all in my shack
But now I’m a pauper who needs time to get love back

Every time we meet at the garden
The wind blows and we cross paths
our stems touch and thorns scratch
we fall from our bushes
we lay together wishing to be one
My dry petals start to smoke and begin to barren yours
Your bud ignites as you draw nearer
In synchrony we light with love and smoke passion
together we are burning roses

All I want when the peak of my mind is unrested is to lay me head on the belly of my maker
Blessed am I to behold such comfort
I pray that me may be for thee thy comfort

You were the limb that I longed for
A piece of soul I fell hard for
But in the end you selfish and cold
Made me twist my fingers to cut at the wrist
Cut of that much loved part of me I thought Had made me all complete

And I thought I was the *****
But I was pulling the stitch that you had sewn before the cloth was washed
matched and measured fit

All I wanted was for you to keep going
Sewing the stitch consistent and bliss until we could wash and measure it
No change of seam from you to me we would be one in synchrony
But you would barely defend that you were my friend and danced around something more
From my compassion I thought it was a lashing to tell you what to do with me
I hate begging a friend to love and mend my self as I would more than do for them
Funny I begged
I never would pledge my knees to the ground
But I grovelled in gravel under your hands that refused to lift me up
Where some how too busy to simply pull out the friend from meeting a blue end or a self drawn tragedy
Instead you let me grab your feet while you never moved a peep to realise you were never standing there
False stating your stance while you go and dance among other worthy subjects
So I let go each digit hoping you would still come as I could hear your voice in the distance.
My knees bleed on the floor and friends come out to draw a cloth and help me
I was unknown of the red because my eyes were bowed as my head begging a man who was never there
So sad to hear and gloomy to know
All because I fell in love with a boy

Shacked by my love for you
Forced to make you a memory

All I wanted was you in the bed next to me
Not for the just for the touching
But too for the loving. Letting and listening

Simply support
I wouldn’t extort
No you wouldn’t return it

Was it forget or neglect
Or Was it both without ***
In that I mean spirit, emotion  
X,y and z
soul scratching and searching

You would no longer choke me but
Scroll through your phone
Leave me alone whilst I was raw in your company

I was holding too long
On a feeling so gone

Forgot you were a coward

You wished to be my cowboy but
You couldn’t sit on the horse cos you lied
Lied to yourself what a horse was and bought a pony instead
Realising it wouldn’t endure cos you wouldn’t wait to afford a stallion

That would conquer a rebellion
Ride till the end of all days and give you all praise.
A living companion
All from a beginning price you fooled and left face for
Maybe in a different score
A different plane with roads and sky scrapers
you can buy the Ferrari  
cos you have all the money
From waiting and honesty just
for yourself
Not for the wealth, clout or the currency

Not with you currently
But hoped for a time where there is truth and no lies and I’m on a plane to the land of your love ready to be what we want to be.

The birth pains of success
Every sector of my soul is being pushed above my comfort
To succeed and overcome I must first persevere the contracting pains of giving life to my goals
The squeezing and enduring this hardship causes me heart wrenching discomfort
But I remember I am with dreams and I must go forth in order to see and adore what tomorrow beholds