Dead thoughts feed this Lilly, ever drinking
As she picked them free to wear upon herself.

She smelt the aroma of a dead mans thoughts,
Intoxicating was death to her every self.

Gazing upon this jar of silent looks eyes forever
Closed, to open nevermore life is restrained.

This wasn't the only flower she was to grow,
All would have the scent of deathly thoughts.

Each will drink upon a suspended moment of
Muteness, only the flowers would speak with scent.

Come to this place of the silent reflection, entice
Oneself with the scent of a dead ones thoughts.

what a shame it is
i dont know a ******* thing
about you mama

Guarded the remnants of my broken heart
Gathered the pain, of course I was hurt
I told myself never to fall for another lie
Believed strongly knowing I'd rather die
But time gracefully flapped her wings
And with it came another who sweetly sings
I forgot all the promises myself I'd made
Couldn't reason with her draped in my head
I felt comfort in the blanket of her embrace
And safe taking the grace beneath her dress
She was a blossom only found in Fairland
Leaving me neither caution nor lesson learned
She was an opportunity I seized by the beard
A reckless adventure I'd hitherto feared
By the vast river of her charms swept away
So whether It's real or not, I'll take it day by day
Right at this moment I'm in love again
And future if it happens 'll take care of the pain

Amidst the crowded globe there lies,
a pasture seen by the most common eyes.
There, glorious edibles are ripe;
and Eve's nectar we all delight.
Desire sends us searching for where it lies,
but vain when seeking pries.

Little words are worth
the emotion collected in tranquility.
At the gate of the orange groves,
the momentary event embraces me.
Fat hugs. Squeeze. Let go.

Part one and two
                                                       I
She looked …how?
Like she’d been broken,
Her heart, has, now
Been lost, stolen….

By the sting,
And eyes that hide,
Overwhelming,
Hidden lies.

Like a rose,filled all with spikes...

                                                    ­    II
Red and green,
It's all a lie,
But desire,
Kept her high.

All is carpe,
And diem,
Regret meets after,
Home, the sin.

Follow pleasure,
And you will write,
A love letter,
Filled with lies.