Feel the pain,
deep inside.
Nasty scratches,
hard to hide.

Feel the pain,
It's what I need,
I cut myself,
until I bleed.

Release the anger,
feel the pain,
hide the scars,
I feel so ashamed.

I want to love you in the coldest climate,
Your love, if it takes forever I'll find it,
Cause I want to nurture your flowers but never control your mind,
I want to stand and sing in your coldest garden,
Pick your buds and at the same time smoke em,
****** can be the way of our walk,
We can build from there on out,
Cause on your planet I feel accepted,
Taken in by your extraterrestrial essence,
Hair like Joplin, soul like Hendrix,
Ocean wild, I'll take you as is,
Though your waves may take me out from time to time,
It's the beautiful struggle you built after the storm, bold
Like the way you accept the moon more than the sun,
Not forbidden but you love from a distance,
Your guitar cries to all existence,
Venus Blues, electric universe...

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.