Don’t share your love
Don’t pass out smiles
Don’t gaze upon
The passersby

The catastrophe
Of the love in me
Is my uncontrollable
Jealousy

Don't walk my garden
Don't pick my flowers
Don't pull my leaves
I own the trees

The pebbles you're walking on
The lake you're swimming in
The berries you're picking
They belong to me

I find peace in knowing
that I could die
at any given moment

The noise is silenced ..
The chaos ceases ..
My ego drops ..

Suddenly
everything important
becomes very obvious;
my vision becomes clear

And I realise
how simple it all is

Life is simple
when I remind myself
of death
because only then
do I begin to live

Blessed is a heart once broken but finds a way back home
Pricked fingers against thorned faces once here, now gone

Faces of roses fragranced in deceit yet showing colours of love
With roots scarcely below the surface, ready to let go of their grounds

Grounds a heart once wandered, believing they were home
But tripped over their unsettled roots and fell onto unforgiving thorns

Pricked fingers bled on the roses with much fright and despair
Alas, the thorned faces had no love to spare

Blinded is a heart for believing love can be given by thorns
But blessed is a heart once broken and found its way back home

I’ve carved you into my flesh
Oh, what beautiful scars
And corners for you I’ve undressed
In a forgotten room I call my heart

I bathed myself in the thoughts of you
Till I was drowned in love
But as I sank to your seabed
I was tossed above -

Back into my naked corners
To be forgotten like my heart
Such shame I feel in my flesh now -
As I retrace the start

So I closed my drunken eyes shut
In attempt to re-dress my soul
But in truth, it felt useless
For once I was naked, and still am after all