as this sunrise
gives me a blanket of comfort
irreplaceable by women; i bring my head to ground
the presences is seized by the morning.
imagine, your scent to wander this place.
the lavender trails, the roses to follow
the honey to study, the water to admire
and the peach to taste
the skin is **** the fruits is underneath
to my eyes, it will be a taste to remember
the juice release a call of appreciation
for a touch to outline the color
anxious, impatience, to feel the sunrise it is
on my lips as my tongue believes in it
to be the only fruit left; i will savior every bit
until the peach is ready
but i will not be here
when it will grow it’s garden
for i have fallen in love
and the thought has harden
it will be broken; this love is not meant to be
at least; not in the way that i have felt
my acceptance of news comes with jealousy
i was so hopeful of time to be spent
as the roots unraveled all of their thought
inside of the soil, the exteriors grew itself.
the color diversify what the eye will see
a forest now; enchanting my view with the green
as the scent of the petals ****** my will to resist
i know, that this garden is not home
although; i got to kiss
the sweetest of peaches
i am not yours
so with me i’ll take
all of my love; into my backpack
and travel these roads again
until i stumble on a view; that i have not yet.
but please all that i ask
is you let my trail
not be covered; and let my path be one you remember.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
as this sunrise
gives me a blanket of comfort
irreplaceable by women; i bring my head to ground
the presences is seized by the morning.
imagine, your scent to wander this place.
the lavender trails, the roses to follow
the honey to study, the water to admire
and the peach to taste
the skin is **** the fruits is underneath
to my eyes, it will be a taste to remember
the juice release a call of appreciation
for a touch to outline the color
anxious, impatience, to feel the sunrise it is
on my lips as my tongue believes in it
to be the only fruit left; i will savior every bit
until the peach is ready
but i will not be here
when it will grow it’s garden
for i have fallen in love
and the thought has harden
it will be broken; this love is not meant to be
at least; not in the way that i have felt
my acceptance of news comes with jealousy
i was so hopeful of time to be spent
as the roots unraveled all of their thought
inside of the soil, the exteriors grew itself.
the color diversify what the eye will see
a forest now; enchanting my view with the green
as the scent of the petals ****** my will to resist
i know, that this garden is not home
although; i got to kiss
the sweetest of peaches
i am not yours
so with me i’ll take
all of my love; into my backpack
and travel these roads again
until i stumble on a view; that i have not yet.
but please all that i ask
is you let my trail
not be covered; and let my path be one you remember.
as you know, i've fallen for someone. but, the reality of it is to harsh to bare.
i am ill and know that all love can not penetrate that of my mind and be healthy. the darkness is far to strong for now to not intrude. i'm in love with you and i don't think i'll ever tell you the truth.