I know the error of my ways
Is far more valuable
Than the attempt to be breathtaking.
There is a poor result due to
My lack of kindness.
For some reason,
My heart won't warm to
The standard of living.
Cold takes over my body-
My hands like ice
Trace the constellation of
Flowers in the garden of your mind.
Diluting the individuality,
Accentuating a new found harmony
Between your words and
My breath.