I’m sitting here
In the beautiful field
The sun is shining
My hand is healed.
The beauty of the world
Is distinctly visible
It is amazing
Just like a deep glistening pool.
I pick the petals of the deep red rose
Holding each one
Gently under my soft nose.
The sweet smell
Of love returns
It drifts down from the sky
Under the gaze of the dark nigh.
It lands lightly onto my skin
And drops as gently
As a very small pin.
I’m too scared to touch it
With my acidic hands
I love all this dreaming
Of distant faraway lands.
I carefully grasp the delicate petal
Being cautious with what I do.
I turn it over and see one thing written
That one thing,
Is “I love you”.
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But watch out for sacrificing meaning for a rhyme. The 'how it is just one round ball' line comes to mind. But it has the potential to be really sweet!
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if it wasn't you? Who would it be, who would be going through what you are. you are saving someone else from your troubles. for if it were not you then it would be someone else.
Hope ~ Faith ~ Love
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if it wasn't you? Who would it be, who would be going through what you are. you are saving someone else from your troubles. for if it were not you then it would be someone else.
Hope ~ Faith ~ Love
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MYSTIC SPIRAL CONSUMES MY ASS IN A CLOUD OF LEAVES FALLING FROM THE MOONS GRACE... do i fit in here yet? Didn't think so... Olive Juice Too!
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"A fear of weapons is a sign of retarded sexual and emotional maturity"- Sigmund Freud
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