Life is a Savage Garden

welcome

Greetings to all the beautiful people around! Here are tales of a garden that just happens to be! Presenting the Chronicles of the South, where the stars and the moon dance their way through the Southern Hemisphere. And lines that may come to rhyme to be a poem...

Lover


I feel like writing a song. maybe a guitar will help. but i can't play the guitar well. Let's start with the song then... i never write with a She or her... let's try being a normal girl,with normal things to talk about then... it's difficult.. very .. and dont expect anything to rhyme no more.

Clouds got across the thoughts,
Like the clouds that drape that naked lover,
Lover hovering around till sunlight breaks,
No, no, no,
These clouds show no real ways,
They hide no real reasons,
Just thoughts, like flowers in moonlight,
Waiting for some reason to happen,
But Clouds take the mind elsewhere,
To places unreached,
To faces unseen,
For the mind wants no more
No more of what the clouds want to give.
Go mind! Scream Mind!
It wants to touch the clouds,
It wants to reach the lover,
Touch all the colours of sunlight,
Bring that lover to daylight,
No more partings,
Stood still while the black went blue,
Waited for the blue to fade to black,
Til the lover was seen
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This one goes incomplete too..

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