Poem- composed,a few days ago
Let not I impose upon thine life
I won't be the Wysteria that rules your garden
Hold me not to my varying dreams
'cause once its over, it's gone.
Allow me never to behold my emotions to you
For I dare not express them in fear- again
You ARE the wysteria to my soul's garden
You are the wind pushing through the petals of my flowering spirit
You are the ghost of my dreams-
The vines that entangle me
You are Magical
How dare I come to you with a broken tower of strength
asking a sculpter to mend a Locksmiths right
asking an artist to fix a carpenter's expertise
You did your best- I'm sure
Yet you left some unfinished parts
The stine is crumbling once again.
I won't be the Wysteria that rules your garden
Hold me not to my varying dreams
'cause once its over, it's gone.
Allow me never to behold my emotions to you
For I dare not express them in fear- again
You ARE the wysteria to my soul's garden
You are the wind pushing through the petals of my flowering spirit
You are the ghost of my dreams-
The vines that entangle me
You are Magical
How dare I come to you with a broken tower of strength
asking a sculpter to mend a Locksmiths right
asking an artist to fix a carpenter's expertise
You did your best- I'm sure
Yet you left some unfinished parts
The stine is crumbling once again.