i have a flower, the branches are filled with fragrance.
i want to see each petal unfold and touch its softness and smell it's perfume.
the flower wavers in amongst humanity torn by convention.
its wind blown and tormented by nature.
the lonely wind echoes past the petals and no one knows i'm
i need a hand to help my lonely heart as solitude controls.
the one that has a true heart is the one that bleeds
the most from the gentle prick of the thorn.
the petals unfold so slowly to reveal a life time of
growth and perfection.
they have waited long and tiresome days and nights.
the florescence is slow to display and needs to be harvested.
fate stumble comes and goes like winds...