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The Secret Of A Crocus Many portraits later,
Many pages ago, She unlocked my riddles And hung them on the wall. Each one was a token, Imprisoned in her ears, As she walked away, alone, To ponder and forgive… She’s got a twisted mind. And an upside down heart… Unleash yourself and try to imagine, What it would be like without her by your side? She is the secret of each crocus, An ancient elixir of youth, A canvas for you to paint your life As you dreamt it. The bitter waters of your wounded oceans, Pouring down her roots. This should kill her, but instead She grows through the ice. Earnestly unfolds Each petal of her soul, And you can only wonder what’s to come. …To come your way… (Sweetly Blooming…) Learn to undermine The wisdom that you’ve found, Undress your eyes From what you think you know. …My darling friend… (Ghosts of thinking…) So many chapters later, After all the strangers passed you by… She’s the only one, who’s seen you Weep like this in years. Gently she awakened you From sleeping all alone, With her unearthly touch, so filled With memories of you… How strange! She’s got a twisted mind, And an upside down heart… Unleash yourself and try to imagine, What it would be like without her by your side? There is no guarantee, No promises to give, But you want your happiness pinned on a corkboard By the side of your bed… Remove your gloves, And embrace the wave with your bare hands. Only one thing she will never forgive - Cowardice. Many portraits later, Many pages ago, She unlocked all of my riddles, And hung them on the wall… Each one was a token, A birthmark of a flaw, She looked passed them all, And now she turns to you. …I bet she knows… Carelessly so, You’ve handled every truth. But now it’s time to face your self at last. …Take off your mask… (Don’t be afraid, my friend, she loves…) Never mind the nakedness, You will become accustomed, You don’t need those shades anymore. (Let go of you…) |