after reading - A tear stained rose and a broken heart. by Gee
you have away of making three equa… mixing the blue and yellow to spea… measuring the depths of the roots,… putting the whole on the scroll and sealing with the kings ring
i know that and long for that day the day of pearls, will i get one to polish and reflect the light under your wing, holding the star from shooting to far, because thes…
emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
in the hive or packaged together and open on t… the day of forgiveness, how could… where the groves in the hand will… as the togetherness is in-cased in…
i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…
the water paints blend as i try to share my oil with you, helping to keep your lamp bright, as the coming comes can i go with you
no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories
the rabbit left no ladder the climb –of no way no bounce of the mushroom no tear in the ear will help –end this sway
we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares
tenderly stitching and pressing li… velcro, button or safety pin at this moment to begin the stimulation of the trust while adding some lust
or begins as the key climbs the string hey kite, what are thee to me for i say when you fly the cords of my mind
as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst
death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres
shy timid in a way that makes the blood warm, beating as it pump… the words from the finger tips creating it’s own world - to live… or dream of, the stars tell the st…