Children are like bees trying to leave home,
When the web holds them ungrown.
A bee knows a task at hand,
Bring forth love and freedom to the land.
From nature every bee lives with grace.
Unstick yourself from this childish place.
From nature every child is grown.
From nature every future is one's own.
A web has no future free,
The way children are meant to be.
Seeds sown, still,
no blooming love,
seems I couldnt nurture
you enough,
so while my seeds
remain ungrown
I'll be the one, wandering alone
You burden me with
false happiness,
then expect me to breathe
beneath the mess,
so while my needs
remain unknown,
I'll be the one, wandering alone
Can't make sense
of fake sensations
liquid dreams
cant be foundations,
so while you weigh up
sand and stone
I'll be the one, wandering alone.
If only you could read the unspoken words in my mouth
then your thoughts of loving me would have no doubts
if only you could understand my precious love
base on those words stated above
if only you could understand it's hard to explain,
then you would not complain,
if only you could understand that you are my sunshine when it rains,
then you will see that my love for you still remains,
if only you could understand that you are my heart-beat,
then your frustrated love would not cry beneath,
if only you could understand that you are my red-rose,
then you will see that my love for you serves a purpose,
if only you could understand this perfect happiness my heart so much want
then you will see that you are the seed to my ungrown plant.
If only you could understand that my love is always here
then your affection will go no where
if only I could whisper in one ear
then your love will show no fear
if only you could understand that you are my rainbow
the fruit, the trees grow
then you will see that my love for you, will stay high and not low
if only you could understand that you are my wealthy surplus
then you will see that my love for you is surely a plus.
Demeter Edwards
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