blue perfume.

[rentedneversold]

revisit the days of rain
broken windows, a direct connection
wood and sparks on the window paine
a deep form of settled meditation
of innocencene not found again
To here, and there we go round about the begining.
and from there we learn to feel the rain
perfumed air, candles are dim
inspiration of few and many to gain
wax melts on the hard wood floor
/never will there be peace provided by the rain
until I decide to open the shut door.
two years until my last love chapter
and six since jealousy filled much more.
than my veins could handle.
far am I away, closer than I could ever be to you.