Words

When I can no longer care for them
they will no longer care for me
and my time will belong to me
alone
at last

A hearts a flame, a lantern, a candle, a wild fire

the sun

soothed with a breath, cool water, blue skies

the rain

but still its afire

and forever a light

She says I let it go too long. 

I don't say anything, I smile and hold it all in. 

Then I explode... 

Well, She's right, I do hold it in, 

because it's not the way that it's supposed to be.

Willy nilly, like a soft maple sprout, or thinking nails through the hands would hold a body to a cross. No, it takes oak and wrists - and that's why knowledge is a curse.