Advice

Roses are red Roses are hearts Hearts are sewn tight Hearts are torn apart Apart from wound Apart from trysts Trysts are unconcerned Trysts are personal Personal tastes Personal lives Lives are changed Lives are broken Broken is me Broken is you You fell for man You fell way down Down the hatchet Down soul goes Goes past me Goes petal to pod Pod, my haven Pod, my tree Tree growing in yard Tree I water Water turns velvet Water turns sweet Sweet looks at me Sweet grazes my lips Lips glued shut Lips are parted empty Empty words ring past Empty chest stops breathing Breathing witholds Breathing is my mind Mind thinks nothing Mind thinks everything Everything is question Everything is about question Question my love Question its entrance now Now is not the time Now is my love's existence Existence is fickle Existence of my personality Personality in my love Personality of my soul Soul doesn't live Soul ripped then. Then. Live.