Tea And Dreams

Love is like a rose petal

I suppose that is why you give them to your love.

Fragile,weak and sometimes they become rotten.

Every time I go to the market I think of you.

My eyes glue to the roses and their petals

and I ask myself why we practice love over and over again.

All we do in the end is wilt among the flowers, dry up and become dull.

But love just like a rose even if they wilt and become rotten

We go back to the market and look for more.

As I stand among the flowers and gaze upon this petal

I admire the beauty and life of this flower.

You see love is like a rose petal

Fragile and yes weak but with care there is

Beauty and life.

As I come home from the market with my flower.

I see our wilting flowers, dry and frozen in time.

Love...

It’s something we all want to feel, it’s something terrifying and beautiful.

But love, is something that I’m all too familiar with. And it hurts so bad.

I think about it all the time. Well them all the time, their eyes, their hair, their lips.. but even though I love them it’s hard to speak, as of the words leave my mouth when they walk into the room.

Love is a terrible and beautiful thing, it can destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. It keeps you up at night.

A moment in time yet forever developing deeper and deeper as time goes on.

It’s the way she laughs that makes my mind sore with peace.

A type of peace to settle in and make sure it never stops.

It’s the way she talks that makes me gravitate towards her every word.

A gravity like the earth and moon perfectly dancing together incapable of separation.