I saw an aging flower today
All alone and slowly dying
A single tear slid down my cheek
I felt better for the crying

There is so much deep inside
That I keep hidden out of sight
Walls of pain that I put up
Built to hide me from the light

Could you take away the hurt
If I reached blindly for your hand
Or would you simply turn away
And not want to understand

So many reasons I hold on
None of which I can explain
But my time will one day end
Like a gentle summer rain

I saw an aging flower today
All alone and slowly dying
A single tear slid down my cheek

I felt better for the crying

I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.

 

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Last Login: 11/08/2011 3:28 pm

Registered: 12/04/2009

Birthday: 02/11


Listen to my heartbeat
Let me breathe in you
Absorbing your warmth
My eyes burn desire
Wanting to taste your kiss
Your voice honey to my ears
My heart shudders,
My body trembles
I could hold you forever
Never wanting to let go
Constantly caressing you
Fingers through your hair
Brushing against your cheek
My hands learning every curve
No need for sleep
Just hold me tightly
And capture my heart
As you have captivated me


 

You by my side,
the warmth of your touch.

You are all I want,
and all I need.

You are all my thoughts,
and all of my dreams.

You are my life,
and what keeps me alive.

You are all I have,
and yet you are not mine.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.