A dozen flowers

Has the flower i left you wilted yet? What about the 11 others i left? Im sure 11 have and you know why.  Because that last one i left you was never meant to die. I gave it to you to show you my love. To tell you it would never be undone. The 12th flower was fake. Never meant to die, never meant to break.

Secret place

Sometimes i make a wish for a secret place. One where nobody can tell me what to do. And the deeper i go the happier i am, but the more i lose myself.

Sun and moon

The sun dips beneath the sky. I whisper it my goodbyes. leaving with it is the colours. The colours that make the world a lot funner.  Now the moon pours about the night. Casting down its white silky light. Letting evils bath it in strength. While it pulls in the ocean waves. So slowly it rise and so slowly it sinks. Trying to torture its enemies. But the moon must obey to a greater force. One that keeps the moon and sun divorced.

Remebering your name

Life flys away when i remember your name, a heartbroken pain ripped open again. Threads of happiness try to sew it back up, but a broken soul is harder to mend then a broken heart