A love buried in the depth of the earth skipping the grave that can be lit up and the bottom of the sea water billows out of this abyss netting the eyeballs of the sky. Then the bottom of the night was skipped likewise.
Taring the shades of black there the moon rolls out in the enchanting half-light. So it had to be tucked away only at the bottom of the earth.
Everything the all-inclusive pi could pop up from that safe womb there that carries the weight of the matters but never shows up an equating pattern!
The nightingale scurries to the red rose bubbling on the morning tessera as if it mined out the treasure of the earth! Oh it doesn't seem to be the only one scorer upon the rose a mirror is up in the sky ‘Love’ is in the eyes of the sun!
You had no right to talk to me the way you did. No right to take ownership over me.
No right to tell me how to dress or even how to smile, no right babe you were so sinister and vile. You crossed the line when you told me who I could talk to or what I could say after we were done. You master manipulator and I your puppeteer. Said you’d always be here but you were the first to run.
You pulled me by the strings of my own heart and you didn’t even care about the hurting that would cause.
Some days I wonder, how many words there must be, rumoring the world untold. How many feelings are still creeping below the surface And how many dreams are laying on their deathbed still hoping for things turn around.