The butterflies*
        turned into ravens,
Feasting over
        my ***** feelings.

We are the stars*
       stolen from the sky.
We owe to hide
       but we choose
       to *shine.

A weeping daisy*
     In a field of
     laughing red roses,
     *Alone and surrounded
     By thorns.

Voices in my head,
            wanting to be heard.
            but even in the midst
            of my insanity,
            still,
            *I choose you.

Time forgives and time forgets;
          But between cigarette smokes
          And spilled beers,
          **I remember you.

I speak in rhymes
But my love is divine.
And if you don't mind
Let's go beyond the lines.
Forget about the dimes.
My love will make you shine.

One day, under layers of earth
Where forgotten men sleep
And the rest of history are kept
You'll be worth more than gems and gold
Your memories will make the roses bloom
And grow a field of dancing daffodils
Or be a home to lonely birds
On the warm arms of your sycamore tree

And so if it comes
That time has to deny your breath
Do not be afraid.
Remember my love,
Even if you're six feet under
In all ways and always,
You are significant.