Oh love

Oh love must we ride this never ending seesaw until our hearts stop being beaten by the forget me nots beneath our feet

That shine in colours only you and i are willing to see or have touched
It hurts everytime we fall to the ground
the colours stain my white dress like a sorrowful rainbow
I've tried to disguise with smiles the falling star
The shooting star
But it's mid spring in the steps of longing,
The flowers are everywhere
Sprouting around the horizon
They cover just about everything

The breeze going up is fresh like daisy's but the fall mingled with tears blocks the view

Must we ride this broken heartache until the music no longer plays in my head
Along side those lilies
Beautiful and dead.