I wondered if you should bleed out your soul to me.
Clean it and leave it dry until I come back from work.
To me you are a beautiful woman that your creator has created.
Not just a beautiful woman, but the person on the inside is beautiful as flowers come up.
I was a name researcher and it almost felt like pure gold when your name always had flowers pop up.

Pour your heart out to me once in a while.
There’s a present laying at your door.
I wish it was me inside the gift able to wake up again in your arms.
As you follow God outside in heaven I feel magical on the inside that I have to say one word for you.
My heart is booming for you to speak to me.
To hear your voice next to my bed, as I cuddle you tightly.
Voice is entirely blooming of flowers as I imagine you and your child.

You were meant to be in my life.
I couldn’t tell sometimes if you were the right individual.
One individual knocks and another one knocks twice.
One leaves you and the other sleeps with you.
Poetry is the power of love and life.
To see your vision through my eyes leaves me devastated as visions are different.

I saw one glimpse of one archenemy.
I immediately passed out in the car.
You took the car leaving the trail of my blood on your windshield.
I felt bad that you stole my body’s soul and turned into an object.
People aren’t as good as they say they are.
You have to look inside to find the good or what you are looking for is real.
Lies contained credit cards stolen, picture frames removed and rice thrown to keep me distracted.