Some weeds were unearthed     but I let one be.
To understand it,      I'll watch how it grows.

Its so easy for these feelings to take back over..
I fight them off for a few weeks but they always win..
But I fight and fight again,
Just simply to begin..

So I continue the good fight..  
All it takes is just a few moments..
To gather myself strong..
To stay away from the wrong..

Just don't get it off your chest..
Keep it to yourself..
If no one truly knows..
Then there is nowhere for it to go..

It can stay with me..
Inside like water..
Taking shape but always pushing..
Against this emotional dam thats leaking..

In the end its me..
Me getting through this..
Me fighting me..
Me making myself see..

Its the other me that doubts me..
Its the me that believes in me..
Constant conflict and compromise..
Emotions in disguise...

where night is black opals
before the storm.

out of the flames,
pheonix bright,
our love,
reawoken,
tender and ageless,
*****-faced like
a jaguar of the night,
purple, blue and yellow
the bloodless fire,
and somewhere in
the hurt and the pain
the ghosts like an
old sinatra song
sing their melodies
in the sad summer hours.
i don't think i'll
ever feel so bruised
or so dark, our love
out of those blue-ghost
flames.