The Grass is always Greener..
You don’t need acceptance from all the outsiders, they are people who use you for your gifts, not for your heart.
C.f
Happy Valentines Day
devil in a new dress —–
“there is no way of return,
once she is stone in your yearn.”
all problems are similar,
all negatives are equal,
she likes you for you,
just one, no sequel.
you tell her your mind,
she makes you feel good
she’s part of you now
the one girl that could
but things are too cosy,
you start to think thoughts,
she wants you to stay,
but you’re mind has bin taught.
seasons go by,
no thought, no flicker,
she’s no longer yours,
no talk, no bicker
she invades your mind,
she’s back inside,
you can’t run now,
no place to hide
months have passed,
does she yearn your name?
she’s known of the others,
they can’t be the same
at last a vision,
brief that it may be,
her eyes rekindle,
what dreams you’ve seen
she’s back on your head,
but what does it mean?
she’s your girl the devil,
it’s never how it seems.
she asks your advice,
you tell her your piece,
she disagrees with you,
but you sell, no lease
your choice has been made,
she lets you win
she wears that dress,
surely it’s a sin
she’s back to your thoughts,
the end of your mess,
everything is fixed,
your devil, in her new dress.
C.f.
Run Into Flowers-
And now you will listen to the words of the wise,
it’s sincere, so don’t question,
but listen with eyes
somethings on your mind and it troubles your thought,
it’s kept you awake and stolen your jaw,
it’s got your attention, inside it be caught
now you must care so much, for it hurts your train,
one question needs answering,
to cease this pain
so much has changed, in the space of a week,
you’ve become exposed,
of the closeness you seek
it’s become that monster, with a mind of it’s own,
it crashes and moans,
and changes your tone
so do as i do, the greatest of teachers,
and kill this beast,
no room for these features
time is the weapon to choose for the fight,
but time may seem slow,
and you may need more light
but clocks can heal wounds, and save your inner,
as that is the voice,
most vulnerable for sinner
and how do i know this, you may ponder and question?
as experience has taught,
and i’ve learnt the direction
as my mask is of wisdom, with success as my character,
i’ve had my thoughts stolen,
but escaped without factor
so when a burden recedes, into walls of your thought,
shed a tear before the nights over,
it’s time is done, and you’ve now bin taught
the decision was made, whats done is complete,
what you thought you wanted,
is not unique
so fight your demons, and kill with success,
no time for these thoughts,
no more un-rest
until then my listener, make your dream come true,
run into the flowers,
and let them run into you.
C.f
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