i'm gone i'm gone. away with the words that leave your crimson lips. hard to say you say. not so hard afterall we say. we'll stay we'll stay as we used to say. don't go. please. stay. but there are some things along the way that make us lose our gay. you know. i know. that things have a way of growing grey. as we turned our hearts away.

oh sweet flower, thy seeds are bitter. bitter seeds blossom into sweet flowers. with the water. with the sun. with the air. and some tenderness. there is nothing more to give. nothing more to sprinkle. the seeds are sweet but the flowers refuse to bloom. oh ugly day. thy crimson lips apart, breathe thee the air so sweet, thy perfumed lips doth empty a poisonous half-lie. words torn, withered, gone. the winds will carry thy seeds away. and blow blow mighty wind. await the dying of the storm.

little lamb you know not of my thoughts. of my longings and my desires all so consumed within themselves. of the very fruit that poisoned the soul. purged my spirit of its goodness. like a milked cow, every day i die a little more. i live a little less. i give a little more. and take a little less. little lamb so innocent and pure. little thoughts. they are not so little after all.

thy beauty, a fleeting moment. stretches. time expands. nothing changes. but the look in your eyes now cast in snow. thy beauty, surpasses. time. nothing changes.

yesterdays will never come back again. today will never show itself again. tomorrow will become yesterday too soon. time. waits for. no man.