I don’t know what to say,
so I feel,
I wanna say something is brewing
strangling off the tree for a life of it’s own
roots that lift cement walkways
unfolding in low murmur:
“this is not enough, I am growing”
peeling paint where essence of Cedar lay
smell begins tri color release
“here I am!”
cannot hide my smell”
It lingers now (your scent)
full of wants and desires
that are soaring off the charts.
like a forest of forgiveness
like a sky-way lit up with dreams
you wrote in parchment pieces
made from mythical meaning
“I will have mine and I will envy too
Sometimes, I just cannot love you
when all that I am still does "
Slowing as I look deep inside
this beguiling soft core
I hear her once more saying
without any reservations;
“forgive for now, yes?
but you already do
I feel you
I shall still be like a soft whisper
in your shadows
where the cool space of knowing
I miss someone and think sometimes what should I do?
the best thing for me to do is to think of her with my heart and not my mind.
This is what I came up with
A story that feels good.