From May To JuneFrom May to June
It's nothing new
And the delicate growth of flowers
There is hope
And then there is doubt
Like a cycle
And it's making me pyscho
But I trust
And hold my breath
Like a fool
Dressed in her Sunday best
True BeautyYou're a perfect little peach soaking up the rain water.
When it showers,
When it pours,
You're that calm before the storm.
A rusty nail buried in a termite's meal
You're sturdy and strong with a vintage skill.
You're a song.
You're an image I long for.
Preach to the mighty
For they will come running
To see such a sight
Of the growth of a true beauty.
World Full Of GoldSpring awoken her to a world full of gold.
On a day pouring rain she decided to hit the road.
Among a trip of many this one took her home
And as she passed the doorway she stopped to explore.
With new eyes,
Almost born again,
She viewed the muddy earth of growth.
With tulips bursting at the buds
Soaking in mother nature's sweet nectar.
For food below the moist.
She closed her eyes to the warmth
And heard the voice of serenity calling her name.
She was close.
She was almost done.
The door closing in on her.
A beginning to an end.
A road trip to concur all.
Hand and hand
Walking with a friend.
Vast Daisy MindsVast daisy minds
Blossom from seeds of doubt.
But they are what they seek.
And they fit their status quo.
Be it mild and saturated in questions
Or wild and encompassed by drooling dogs.
Flappers wanting to claim their crown.
Queens begging for a kiss from a pauper.
They are what they need.
They are what they can't see.
As much as they cause commotion
They are brilliant
And I can't compete.