I-Love-Umbrellas

Come seek me Under that wistful tree Where childhood dreams Are inspired. Reach and grasp my hand As we lead each other Into other-worldly desires. Here, I will take solace In your shoulder, And feel your heated breath As we paint our souls with emotion, Under a blanket of stars. There we will lie For what seems an eternity. And the moon will kindly Watch over us In a silent reverie. Whilst we trace Our entwined outline. This we shall not Forget. *** When we are grown, No more shall you seek me Under that wistful tree. No more are childhood fantasies To be admired. But only in the remainents of my life, As thorns p

It spilt. My love-like-blood, then You ripped it from my chest And dismantled me. Till my hollow core became Plastic, only wilting petals remained. And smothered is how I see You. Who imprisoned my frozen heart In the morgue, where it's lies Are now cleansed to protect you. Six feet under It may be. I can still feel its pulse Beating. Imprinted on my memory. I'm dead -icated But you don't yet know Me.

Mist, water and plenty of Rum Water, water everywhere. But not just water, mist aswell. Mist that numbs the eyesight and wraps itself around you with its icy breath. Mist that blocks you like a solid and yet you would fall right through it, if you were not careful where you stepped. Yet inside this mist, tucked away and easily hidden, was Marietta. Marietta was slightly bedraggled now, but she had had her time. Many men had fallen for her. She had guided them, and taken care of them. She had given them somewhere to stay. But now Marietta was old, not what she used to be some might say; still she floats through the mist and water, where some