Roses are red Violets are blue Time goes by And I miss you
Just like me The flowers grew But soon they wilted Just like you
You were sweet This I knew Like an addiction I loved you
Now the roses are dead The violets are too The garden's all gone And so are you
Your flowers died I did too Because all along I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
When people annoy me with their constant complaining or their non stop arguing, or even worse, their illogical demands: "For the last time, you can't buy ***** with food stamps." Or, "There is no way a crow took the rent money out of your hands and flew off with it."
What I do is close my eyes and pretend they're squirrels chattering in squirrel language. Then they don't bother me so much. I just want to reach out and pet them, or give them a handful of nuts. It's not hard; half of them look like squirrels anyway.
Let me be your middle man In-between your sheets of lust Inflamed in ****** passions The cheater that you trust
Let me show you hidden stars Your flourishing garden awaits In the darkness of your backyard Let us meet your fate
Plaint me in your secret garden In the season of your fertile soil I'll always sprout back again My nature can be quite loyal .......................................................
she’s always with me, but yet still makes me feel lonely she’s loyal, she’ll never leave she knows my every flaw and still chooses to stay she’s always with me especially on my bad days she’s jealous, she makes sure she’s the only one in my life. she’s been by my side and hasn’t left for about 11 months now she makes sure i don’t smile too much she knows all my insecurities and helps me make more she loves to push other people away she lists everything that’s wrong with me, it makes me go insane sometimes it seems like she thinks of my life as a game i once told her to leave, and she clung to neck like a noose i have a friend. her name is depression.
the scent of incense hangs heavy in the air the constant murmer of voices comes crashing like waves but your eyes meet mine and the faces disappear the voices die, all that remains is an unspoken invitation from my lips willing yours to kiss them and yours happily meet their request leaving our love tasting like oranges tenderly plucked from moonlight lips.