the flowers that bloom at the site of this burial are not a marker nor memory of what lies beneath; they are the reminder that there will always be this burst of colour and beauty to be cherished in spite of what those roots have grown through
Wishing for a pure love The kind that Wants to make me shine When I hear your voice Wants nothing for itself In return The kind that walks on white Warm sands The kind that comes In a drop Of rain Falling on the leafs dry vein The kind that looks like A child giggling while Twirling in the sun with her tresses Entwined in flowers Respect enough not to force affections Or expect it as something in return The kind that teaches The kind that learns Pure and innocently That wishes everything good For others While it waits for Its turn
We all want the best versions of ourselves for others. What about for ourselves? Then you can see if its real.
Mesmerize Her Mind and Her Heart, will enchant your Soul. Share Her, all your Sorrows and Her Kindness, will Delight your Heart. Treasure all Her Dreams and She will Cherish, all your Values. Quell, all Her Fears and She will, elevate your Spirits. Memorize Her Wounds and She will erase, all your Scars.
I have realised what it means I met two lovers on the boulevard All intertwined into each other's universe You would see They're generously in love It reminded me of us Their eyes were looking For each other's soul It made me understand that pairing is the theory of every thing I'm a broken man Only need a mending by your tolerant beauty Realising goals was everything for me I forgot the moments that suspend the laws of nature What we had was Artful So real to give chance to posthumous sensibility.