Coliedean

Kiss softly, pure blossomed roses ever so sweetly grown Beneath the thorns Where lovers beckon steadily towards burning fire Creating diamonds from coal And freezing time Of moments bliss The time has come for yesterdays tomorrow; Winding roads of sorrow, Shining lights on paths ahead Leaving only fallen petals. Drifting past swamp covered meadows Where lovers beckon steadily Towards burning fire.

Our hearts will be connected, always our fingers will turn into vines, they will grow together and become tangled, building the strongest bridge, which we can walk on even if just for a moment- an embrace or tender kiss. This bridge will fight against all odds with the wind and the sea I want to be close to you. I want to feel you I want to breathe you in I want to hold you and- I want to be wrapped inside your arms, always we will play the songs, of lovers prayer, where words cannot express the magnitude of the feelings we share, the music will guide us; the passion, the sadness and the sweetness. We will lie in a whea

February saw the sun too soon and Swelled the budding fruit trees. Before their time the early flowers came, Against our Mothers' natural decrees. When full in bloom the pedals touched the wind. They opened up and felt the shining Sun. Air perfumed, gentle, soft, and sweet Made earth, air, water, fire join as one. But the cold Northern winds' reality Brought biting frost that killed tree's display. Taken too was this years precious fruit, In February when it seemed like May This years branches fruit-bearing days are done; The foolish Sun was warm and hot too soon, And the fruit won't cross my lips this year, As I, alone, will

are you not the slightest bit confused, the speed in which we move. seperate yourself... you seperate yourself, on debatable conversations leave you here, leave me here. you seperate yourself push away onto me push away onto me and at the end of your low you pin me against the sheets with your head on my chest, sweet words slurring out tell me again that part how you dint feel a thing, that part? how you never actually really ever did and lift yourself from my grip but dont fall asleep push away onto me push away onto me you waste the years and barely taste them color waves from memories slide away from here my heart, is