over the hills
and through the valley
down into the river
and through to the sea
I stand thinking about you
you who inhabits my bird nest of a heart
A heart that only nests one bird; you

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over the hills
and through the valley
down into the river
and through to the sea
I stand thinking about you
you who inhabits my bird nest of a heart
A heart that only nests one bird; you

from the blue,
grey tears fall down;
down, on to straightforward skin
sweetest agony must be endured;
endured, for uncomplicated love
distant heart
beating slow
moving further
growing colder
frozen still
devious thoughts
plotting a way
to obtain love
through cuisine

I see a world far away
or somewhere near.
If I could describe
what I see, it would
describe what I
think of you: beauty.
You, with your neat sunlit soul;
You, with sad snow within your soul reflecting light and love.
From the window, I think of you.
“Only love can break your heart“, or so the song says.
Why then must one walk through thorns and thistles of the world to find a soulmate?
With a familiar nudge, he takes a chance and asks her to dance; It is awkward at first, yet most love is like that at first.
Spring arrived, yet the cold eats
into my flesh and bones to make
my hands and feet feel numb.
Winter has not done her duty yet,
for she wishes to hang on and
feel the way she makes us feel.
Spring keeps scolding Winter
for being bossy,
yet we know Winter is like an
an older sister who loves the
younger one so,
and cannot let go.
Spring arrived, yet I am glad
Winter is near,
for I do love her
and
the way she makes me feel.
A crisp lightness fills the spaces and brings a glimpse of spring to the winter day. I have nothing but you and my pain, which starts my mind racing.
A flimsy love between two independent souls both long for the rain to wash their sadness away; Two souls haunted by their fear of failure, not being the favoured child, and living with their desire for perfection.
If we didn’t need money in this capitalistic hell, we would be free to be ourselves.
I’m on the train now going to ruin my life again, but I have you through the ages: you and me against the world, ready to live once again.
The key to the door hides within your depths.
You swear those fiery depths hold nothing; however, he knows the truth.
He ventured there once, found the key, and stormed through the door.
He opened your soul to the four winds, to love.
Fresh mint from a pot so old,
you hold as you think of her touch.
Fruity flesh of her pockets and holes
flare images in your mind.
Mesh your heart to hers in a love knot,
as you nibble on peppermint fudge.