Morning dew

                  
Morning dew                  
Rolls over the flower peddles.                  
My fingers swipe it as if                  
I'm wiping away a tear                  
I taste desire on my skin                  
I plant my mouth in this bed                  
Of flowers drowning my lips                  
And breathe in life through it's stims         The moon is rising as if                  
The sun's not crowning my head               The plant's on fire                  
I grab                  
my hose and water the bed                  
The faccets must be broken                  
The pressures rising intense                  
It's hard to stop as it streach                  
The flowers shout in my ear.                  
The sky's is watching                  
it's red Cheeks                  
bring light through my                  
Win-dow                  
While I plou until the blades                  
dull                  
Then sharped again                  
I made a field from this bed                  
I want to feel this again.                  
The flowers slobbers and drip                  
The seeds we thought would                  
Dig in                  
to the foundation we laid,                  
In the foundation we laid,                  
Thinking about sunny days,                  
But in my mind I know rain,                  
Is still a natural phase,                  
Since I've adapt to nature                  
I must detach from this craze                  
Another flower decay's                  
Another oxigen spring wilters                  
Now breathing isn't the same                  
But I've apated to pain                  
This is the cycle we made.                  
Enjoy your time when it springs.              
Enjoy your time in the spring its the only time when life is promised on our rounded grave.              
             
We could link like            
Wifi acronym            
See what's happening            
In street lights            
Peep the passion it            
Bleed through action if            
We connected then            
You Gon sleep right,            
Freaky? Yes I am            
Decent? That depends            
Cop  an atti - tude           
you'll get debriefed            
And preped for drill            
I believe            
You should be free            
Not shackled it            
Time can speed through            
A week to snatch a year            
We could gap the bridge            
Detach the link between            
You me and elderly            
Past the future to            
Releive the present              
Memories the only thing            
Doesn't decrease in value            
Even spring collapses            
If I could breach the atmosphere            
Reach the crafts men pen            
Scribble a minute            
Where we could spend            
Eternity just laughing            
Would we be happy            
Or in an endless pattern            
Of misery and battles            
On the brink of  hara-kiri            
Let's not pretend and dabble            
In what were unprepared for            
And enjoy the now            
That smell and skin            
With that ass is a sin            
That cat ill lick (catholic)            
Until I'ts damed I'm going down            
While I fall remember winter's            
Where Flowers wither before            
Spring come out            
Let the seasons come and go            
nature will run its course        
Then run us in the ground.        
         
           
Flower do not suffocate            
Sunshine will shower again            
I hope you thrive in its raise            
And spread your pollen for days            
To come til time is erased            
I spent my hours in space            
Thinking bout how it could change            
Morning due drops everyday            
And every hose get a kink            
When both the tensions realese            
And the heat soaks up the leak            
It leaves emotional links            
Be we avoid it and make a void in            
Our soul we don't need            
It takes two holds and apossing forces    
To leave most things in peices