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Our Meadow
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Hello my dear love, are we going to our meadow?
Where a flower's hue can spark the gentle gears,
Where a rabbit can hop without a fox to fear;
But why should the rest truly care?
Why should they care, since we are going to our meadow;
Where a sun's slender ray is not hot in cold nips,
Where water's nectar is not poisoned upon sips;
At least I knew when you did care.
At least I knew, since we were going to our meadow;
Where the people's peeps are silenced in the glaze,
Where our cuddles embrace the grass's green laze;
At least back when you used to care.
At least back when you cared for our meadow;
When your smile showed grace in the rose-shaped grass,
Like a church bell's bleak song upon Sunday mass;
Before that change conveyed you don't care.
Before that change left love without hope for our meadow;
Where our barriers of oak fell shards of green,
Where the flower hues fall ground once keen;
With the meadow in the end, I the one who'll still care.
I the one who'll still care for our dark depleted meadow;
Where now a robin's tweet torn from a Vulture's call,
Where a rose is now black for a Skeleton's ball;
Where the grave shall be buried of when you did care.
But that grave shall raise hope of your return to our meadow;
Where your hair shall return the life in the breeze,
Where our cuddles shall show green in the grass and the trees;
Where our memories shall live in the meadow where we care.
Where a flower's hue can spark the gentle gears,
Where a rabbit can hop without a fox to fear;
But why should the rest truly care?
Why should they care, since we are going to our meadow;
Where a sun's slender ray is not hot in cold nips,
Where water's nectar is not poisoned upon sips;
At least I knew when you did care.
At least I knew, since we were going to our meadow;
Where the people's peeps are silenced in the glaze,
Where our cuddles embrace the grass's green laze;
At least back when you used to care.
At least back when you cared for our meadow;
When your smile showed grace in the rose-shaped grass,
Like a church bell's bleak song upon Sunday mass;
Before that change conveyed you don't care.
Before that change left love without hope for our meadow;
Where our barriers of oak fell shards of green,
Where the flower hues fall ground once keen;
With the meadow in the end, I the one who'll still care.
I the one who'll still care for our dark depleted meadow;
Where now a robin's tweet torn from a Vulture's call,
Where a rose is now black for a Skeleton's ball;
Where the grave shall be buried of when you did care.
But that grave shall raise hope of your return to our meadow;
Where your hair shall return the life in the breeze,
Where our cuddles shall show green in the grass and the trees;
Where our memories shall live in the meadow where we care.
I just wrote this because I'm in a lovesick phase at the moment; don't you just love teenage hormones?
As always, opinions and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
Enjoy.
As always, opinions and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
Enjoy.
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Wow that was so.............Deep. I loved it and yes teenage hormones are 2 crazy to manage. Well IK mine are because im up n down and my bf can tell u but at least he still loves me for me.