Its All Up to You 2013
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I hate what you have done to me
all the pain you have caused me
do you regret me being here.
Cause that would explain
why you are never here.
How can you treat someone
who loves you, this way,
The Words
drip onto the page like Candle Wax. . .
effortlessly flowing
from an endlessly burning wick.
The flame. . . of a soul too full
to keep all inside
and so it drips. drips. drips. . .
The gardener tended to her garden after the spring rain came.
The gardener loves the fresh smell of her garden after the rain has come and gone.
She loves the touch of a soft, sweet red rose petal.
Her garden is her passion.
The definition of finish
Can’t possibly be the first sign of progress on the road to success
Maybe it’s the ok to exit
Or a predetermined establishment of “well enough”
Its designed as something easy to live with
You are the breeze that stirs my hair,
and the blue bird in the air.
You are the sun across my face,
and the green leaf's chlorophyll lace.
You are the water upon my lips,
and the fall deer as he sips.
