𝓑𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓮-𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓻

I lived in a rose meadow,
Where I grew up listening to stories of shadows.
I never saw you, only tinge of your scent, overwhelmed days,
And I wasn't feeling like all, not terrified at taste.

It was a tranquil day of summer,
Like a vintage picture dipped in sunshine I was running down the fields of withered birches,
Watercolour conifer decussate blurring over me like an art of a strummer___
My eyes motion with the slow blowing breeze,
Stopped on that one blonde grit stunner.
It was a tranquil day of summer,
It was the day I saw you with lightning and tremor.

The moment I first saw him I knew,
My forests were on fire and I was reborn a divine___
I saw you in my dream where I lived in,
You were looking ageless made of my blood, carmine.

I heard you were one of those hunters,
Whose guns don't appease their hearts at night in the old bars___
You've got that fire in you, soaring daily in the newer heights,
Making waves in the air, halo round your world, I'm the sun chaser and you're summer solstice.
I rolled on my bed with the sun lingering on my eyes____
Breeze filled with lilac flowers, happy cumming for you, mesmerised.

With each passing day,
I envisioned myself at more better where you think you're Will Morris____
Falling for you was easy cause of all the lores, most intriguing was you,
With killer reputation and a daisy white decoris.

I heard you liked your girl pretty and crazy down low,
Lying in bed I try to hear what God say but stars feel empty__
When something shinier in me tells me to giddy up but I know wisers take it slow.
They told me a rosemead girl always know where the sharpest thorn hides____
When walking in sun-shower I put roses between my thighs to suck the nectar of wild sides.
Glasses of wine, R and B at salt wind beach they soaked in,
For me always most alive's been lone, pace and pain.
So they strived, held me to stop____
But I knew I was gone the day we'd been to your old horse-shed, to your cellar gun shop.
You were the cult hunter,
I was your drunk star.
You wanted the rose like me that smiles at gun,
The flower that knew to love but learnt fear's true fun.
Your tongue was sharper than your ties,
You put your weapon in my mouth but I really liked it,
When you fucked me with your eyes.
You buried me every night, your youth on rampage rules 'kill or die'___
With every shoot you made me a new day, got me another life.

I asked my Lord,
I asked myself what it takes you to be all mine?
No song's been ever put on a record,
Through 'we' could truly be defined.

I loved you,
I was in love with you with the fire that a whole forest thrives with,
With the passion of a howling ocean that holds the sun at its edge.
With the zeal of the day's glow that dances on the ripples until it dives into the deep blue with descendant of heaven's eye.
I loved you like nobody ever could,
I loved you so you paint me the colors you hated but took,
I loved you to drink your hurt, to pray your part,
To give your heart a lead, like on earth one ever did.
You were the frozen music that I played on my tune,
You made the sandcastle and I got that a dune.
But I could see my treehouse burning with summersweet, ode written knee___
And nothing really worked though I never played but let you win____
The cold grave of scare only got deeper in me,
For the way you always lived, living, you had been.

I cried with my desire, could I be taming the dragon?
That flies fierce in you.
Could I ever hatch the eggs on hearth in ashland___
When no fire could touch me nor blew.

I wanted to see us smiling in black and white,
As we___we were in love,
With my fairytale soul and,
Bodice-ripper your heart was made of.
I was a poet, poems were my life where lovemaking was the hype,
You were a scenic ship, hard to break through, not settle-down type.
Yet I wished on stars I could be with you, the way you want me to.
Yet I made my ocean roll out for you,
I knew you were only gonna paint me more blue.
With the terrifying mists, you ran all over me,
I was body electric,
You struck me like a lightening,
And it felt like a shooting star as I was dying an art, ecstatic.

I lived in a rose meadow, grown upon stories and shadows___
Nothing could happen best worst since you running me through,
Till I could have you;
I knew, I'm gonna be with you all through and through.

The End