TRANSPARENCY VII.

“Willows That Make Me Cry”

Will your eager mind, continue to test me

Bargaining with time, you choose the finest of treasure 

A silver spoon, that bends with no measure

I am that buried soul, that holds us together

Anyone could become you, through my eyes, oh never, please…don’t test me

You understand that I often envision a simple plea

A great desire, from humble beginnings, you humbled me

Swept me off my feet, a giving nature, my given tree

The fruits I seek

The palace of pleasure, you placed these positions, that aren’t right for me

But I want it…I want to

Just sleepwalk over the mountain, and keep the faith, because, through this, you know who taught you

It was me

The only person who understands your anatomy 

You’re no casualty…

You’re pain and pride, often collides, but this time…you  saved me