It's so funny when people say make lemonade!
Because all the lemons I've ever been given,
have been moldy and much to bruised to truly
make some good lemonade to get me through
the day.

And secondly where am I suppose to get the sugar from?
Water is easy I can just use the tears from the times
when the lemons were sprayed in my eyes instead
of given to me.
But sugar? It that a joke?Life has never been that sweet.

For all those who say when "when life gives you
lemons make lemonade"...I'd like you to have
the first drink of my moldy lemon,tear water, no sugar...
Lemonade.

Your ribs are cages
made by your bones to keep your fluttering heart in.
Your eye lids curtains
to  shield your eyes from what they really don't want to see .
Your body is your oasis made to protect you
dont let the world scare you into turning against it or your heart get too...adventurous.

Every moment, every ion of time spent,
            Apart.
Is torture to the soul torn in two
           Away;
From it's vital element.

Every lone, Precious ray of light that
          Falls,
Is beauty encased, eternal, fragile and
          Fleeting.

Those eyes, the door to my heart and mind my
         Bane.
Of a beauty so Sincere and Perfect, yet
         Flawed.

A desire and passion so Violent and masochistic it
        Consumes.
A love, all encompassed, Obsessive, Jealous
        But.
Understood.

At the Golden glorious gates of Heaven stand I,
In meek merit and weakness divine, unable to enter.
Looking in at the white and red, and ample boughs,
Trembling with fear: feverish with desire of thought.

Approach I the glimmering constant gates,
Wrought out of my being and fibres.
My weakness and strength, my thoughts and ignorances'
And moulded in my lacks, and my fire and awe
Rings out in defiance and mockery of myself
but it echoes my heralds and welcomes my approach.

I engraved your name upon my heart
To make it yours,
I caressed it, and gently took care of it
To make it my own.
I beat through life. With upheld face
To make mine yours,
I sheltered through storms and zyphers
To make it my haven.

I saw you then,
And realized;
Yours is mine,
And I'm
Yours.

Im sorry I ask of so much,
This heart of mine needs too much,
Hungry that i am,
My desire burns with every swallow,
I need more, more than you can ever give,
More than u will ever know.
My need for irrelevent things highlight the minutes of my day,
Every second without them a pain,
What to do?,
You are incapable of satisfying thirst of my indigent heart.
Yet, still, you try, you angelic creature , Yet you still try
Why, oh, why do you attempt of completing my requests,
When you know I can make this your lifes quest?,
Why do you try when you know of the end,
When you know a thankyou would not be said?,
I love you, yet still I burn you,
I scorch you with my tongue,
Yet still  your heart's melodic love is sung.
Thankyou Lord for blessing me with wonderful beings,
Who forgive the poisonous snake in my mouth,
Which lashes out again and again,
until a wish of mine is fullfilled.

Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.

There is something between us
Something which is indefinable and inexplicable.
Something unimaginable and something just so fantastic that it can't be defined or even
Written down.

therefore...
Here I stop