Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Beauty refined; sirens call enhancing all of our innermost refreshments.

As dew falls it cohorts with the prick of the heart; drawing blood;

Our stories; how we are all legends....

Where Does Value Lie?

To define life of any facet's worth is obsolete.

You may as well hold back the tides than put a price on a single grain of sand that cushions our feet on our various journeys.  Always smiling inside and looking  star ward for desire and hope.  While it clothes the ocean that has no memory and leaves only clarity behind.

In retrospect; value is what you love gives you in return.

Anything.

Never?

Absolute breaking.

Obsolete Hope.

Blockage to one's life's flow.

Limitless skies; turned over to Armageddon.

Why stop there?

Flip Never to Awhile/Later...

Change

Obstacle stopping galactic forces occur as shadows do follow...

The way a feather flows; riding the wind's waves.

Slowly; factually, so it is incomprehensible;

When the metamorphosis appears as a sarcastic; wow!

We see clearly and without fear what we were always destined for/to be.

A final product; that may occur only upon our exit.

Irony.

Emotional Account

A vault of sacrifices; bonus points and deficits...

Storage purposely and definitively destined to become a finely tuned instrument for the sole purpose of allowing you to play your own tune; dance to your own beatz.

Rhythms of your life spin like the Hurricane.

Freedom Is The Sweetest Smelling Rose

Kingdom of the fly sparks that fill unforgettables....

Or gives you wings

The essence of what you felt through heartbeats; sweat; and tears is yours.

Thorns; abide; preside; but that aroma of an unheard melody which represents that which wars are fought for resides within you; now; eternally.

Til' death do us part.

Unrequited Love

To love so deep and have it not returned is enuf to make one feel like they are complete darkness...

Stars; certain people; maybe  angels get in the way  to  keep you going...

Romantic love is different than other flavors and requires so many elements to acquire it...

I think of  a  dream; you never wake from.

It's  never a nightmare.

It has nothing to do with reality;  which is why you may always want what you can't have....

Maybe that is for the best...


I'm as familiar with hate and anger as I am with love or rather being unloved...

I am worth something; just maybe not what I thought;


May my tears; which equal  rivers that would form profoundness as  prolific as the Grand Canyon not be in vain...

I Hate, and I Love.

Am I alone?  I am.