i thought this should go here, because this deals with individual well being, in a metaphorical way really... it is just thoughts.. ........... she rose from lust and saved grace. sensitive to the sounds of war but she keeps love in her eyes. as she found me admist a great dream, danggeling from morning glories and developing a manic depression. soaring through elegance and sweetness, dismember the good life and let it rest disrupted. as angels call to the dark knight and fevers rise with the tide. a wild flower blossoms under the silver moon and grace nestles into the soft dirt. she beckons me. as a seductive demon destined to understand my ongoing delima, she consumes the sweetest leaf. from belladonna to sativa; heavenly blue and puce. her eyes face mine and i am congested with a pearly white ocean of kind gestures and gentle worlds. what flower blossoms for such a dream? breathe wild flower... learn to speak as acid fluctuates in and out of my pores, i conceal my faith into a girl. as courageous as could be but still a delicate and feeble as the words we keep to ourselves. trust the flower. dance under the silver moon. become at peace with sweetness, as i pray for it to overtake your soul and teach you grace. so that lust my burn and my dreams continue. sacrifice what you must to have what you desire love
