MY HEART (mi pequeña flor) My pain can not be disguised by a painted on smile It’s cries and moans can not be drowned out by the sounds of My soliloquy of laughter The darkness of blinding my self to it only helps it to grow stronger Every moment away from her, her sent fades from my senses And the smell of my soul rotting fills my nose with a stench that No other flower can cover In her fragrance I bathed. It no longer being a dream. It no longer being an illusion Perfumed by the hope of having my hearts vision realized. I walked on water holding my little flower in my hand. And I, being untouched by the wind, or the waves Looked carelessly in to the sun, holding my flower up to the light. And this being no dream, and no illusion. The wind of course reclaimed her. My hands now empty, My heart of lead, The ocean floor now embraces with reality The wreckage of another fool that tried to weather the storm With a dream held together by hope. Naive was this man who walked the water with a flower in the palm of his hand, a dream in his mind, and a hope in his heart, His love does not float and he, can no longer breaths it’s sent The fluid has filled his being. He and his dream are drowned. Planted in the garden of fools at the bottom of the sea. And his flower now grows in the garden of another. Who will hold her up to the sun in his palm when she blooms. And the drowned fool still dreaming Will know as his naïveté gives way to omniscience And he will forever remember her day with a single white lily.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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