If your soul was a library
filled to the ceiling
with tales of tragedy and love

Your heart is
an old leather-bound book
that holds the greatest story of all
and that is
the story of you

As I study
those coffee stained pages
my soul begs
to be a part of your adventure

I want to tell you
that you need not burn anything

Your fireplace will light
if you simply ask

Last night
I took my sadness for a walk

We walked
through the garden of my soul

We stood
at the foot of my fountain

And he looked at me
his eyes
like a dark cloud
choking out the sunlight

I told him

You are not welcome here
not now, not ever

A seed was planted
Trees stretched from the earth
and as they reached for the sky
Flowers grew and roses bloomed

The clouds burned up
and rain turned to ash

As I pushed him out
I locked the gates
Of my newfound Eden