lonelydaisy Poetry (4)

Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.Why else would the springtime falter?Why would all our ardent longingbind itself in frozen, bitter pallor?After all, the bud was covered all the winter.What new thing is it that bursts and wears?Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking,hurts for that which grows and that which bars.

Yes, it is hard when drops are falling.Trembling with fear, and heavy hanging,cleaving to the twig, and swelling, sliding -weight draws them down, though they go on clinging.Hard to be uncertain, afraid and divided,hard to feel the depths attract and call,yet sit fast and merely tremble -hard to want to stay and want to fall.

Then, when things are worst and nothing helpsthe tree's buds break as in rejoicing,then, when no fear holds back any longer,down in glitter go the twig's drops plunging,forget that they were frightened by the new,forget their fear before the flight unfurled -feel for a second their greatest safety,rest in that trust that creates the world

How coulde you.
First you love me then you blow me away like i was some dirt.

How coulde you
To make me feel them butterflies then you let it fly away

You made me crazy in you. why did you ever notice me. Why did you ever try.

I have so many why to ask but i guess i will never get a answear from you.

You make me feel like dust.
Thank you

You have stolen my heart away
I beg you let my heart close to you stay

If you dont want it please
then my heart release

My heart been borken before
It cant take much more

How will i ever tell you
that i already love you

You have stolen my heart away
I beg you let my heart close to you stay

If you dont want it please
then my heart release

My heart been borken before
It cant take much more

How will i ever tell you
that i already love you