I could write a book,
dedicated to all the bittersweet.

On the first page,
I would write your name;
tear it out, and start over.

I could devote pages upon pages,
to the love I felt
and left for good.

but I owe it not to you,
not to the love,
nor the story;

but to the change of heart,
the ache,
the turning away.

Why do negative people
Have a problem for
Every solution

I am not what you think I am
You are what you think I am
As above so below
As within so without
Your perception of me
Is a reflection of you
Love and light x

to long for

to miss

your love  

your deep well

of passion and pain and truth

infinite tenderness

Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses