Second in two years.
God either has a plan for me
Or
He loves watching me suffer and doesn’t want it to end.

In summer our love is innocent.
Roses floating in the breeze.
Love is dilligent.
Our love is a tease.

The skies are blue, our love isn’t hopeless.
Two people waiting in the sun.
Love, it’s hard to focuse.
Our love never begun.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold.
Autumn leaves fall under a brass sunset.
Love is cold.
Our love is a threat.

From death ‘till rebirth our love will continue to delight.
From season to season I love you always.
Love continues to fight.
Our love sets my spirit ablaze.

This is the time you’ll regret.
My fears and pains will be met.
Greated by blood.
So,
take it, break it, and rake it through the mud.
This only makes it worst for you.

A silvery white dress,
stained with tears and blood
of an ex-bride
sitting alone
at the alter.

Deep in the woods
there is a land of falsehoods.
The weight of regret vacillate.
A land to create.

I feel odium in this land.
Lost souls that planed,
planed to cross over.
Wanting to takeover.