closing my eyes as the sunlight kissed the window a blooming rose lightly caressing my face, confessing his deep, passionate love, wrapping his leaves around me, protecting me with his mild, earthy scent, loving me with softness and strength.
"Come to me, my little one; We're going to have, alot of fun. ~ I'll make this playtime, a pleasure for you; So come on in, take off your shoes." ~ Just what they meant, I did not know; As I entered my bedroom, of pink and gold. ~ My little hands, began to sweat; Down my back, shivers were sent. ~ They laid me on, my Minny Mouse sheets; I was not happy, I was not pleased. ~ They tortured me, that's how it felt; And then they told me, not to tell. ~ They walked away, bearing a smile; They left behind, a tortured child.
Yours is the kind of love I once wished The feeling that favored not just what I can give but who I am - light and dark. For years, it didn't change. Instead, it grew stronger with every spark. It's ever beautiful, peaceful and mild. It's what I can call mine. It's what I can call ours. We may be apart but ours is the feeling I'm quite certain as I am sure. For you embedded my heart with words that bring warmth like the sun's rays,
To sit and watch Lost in a forest of thoughts Some memories chirp and sing, others creak in the chill wind Drifting effortlessly across the moss covered ground, wandering aimlessly through the suffocating underbrush
Shadows race across the ground; before long molten gold melts into the tree of my memories Mechanical waves drown the songs of my birds, distant shouts replace the wind through the leaves