My soil is coarse It has not felt the pleasure Of a water's touch For quite some time Yet here you are With something I need My feelings stir within me Like the water you've poured onto me Swirling, swirling Mixing with my soil I am not the same seedling I once was before I … Continue reading Watering Pot
These flowers, I'd let you give. These flowers, I'd let you take. And these flowers, I'd let you keep. And, for what it's worth, I'd let you keep them for the rest of your life. You came, you saw, you conquered anyway.
You sat there With your legs crossed Like a gentleman Waiting for his afternoon tea You were alone Casually looking out The window where The glass reflected your face Focused and thoughtful Your mind was somewhere else Thinking of a time When love hit you last Your elbow on the armchair Your head resting on … Continue reading Afternoon Tea