Monday morning what a thrill Just to wake up to this chill, Alarm sounding it wonít stop Like the winter comes to knock, Put your sweater and your jacket Off to work speed like a rocket, In this cold with wind and rain Risk of freezing off your brain, In the office fill that mug Keep on dreaming of bed snug, Eyes wide shut and half awake Onto work with a smile fake, Pour some coffee for the daze Hope this week will be amaze, Wait a bit and let time pass For next weekend raise a glass.
You were to be a flower in the middle of a lea a hive of bees be flying all around and free, Attracted to the nectar sitting on the stems All yellow and happy glowing just like gems, spreading pollen everywhere while flying in mid-air, the meadow will get richer will be more filled with flare, the flowers to your likeness will fill the fields with tones, they will take out the darkness and fill our hearts with awes.
I appreciate that you give your condolences, So kind another human notices, It's not that I am truly giving up. I just got to do my own medical checkup, Just by re-learning to love thy self again, And let the darkness come and leave so let's begin, Because when you give someone else your all, Then show the darkest parts, The scars that still bleed, It leaves you open and just so raw. It's just a tragic flaw, Emotions erupts, Then time irrupt, It never ceased, With time and space at least, to re-learn to love thy self, ...
I open a blank paper to write you something new Where from many ideas I will select a few, Depending on the muse I will start to write sentence after sentence a thread will then ignite, it comes extremely simple building up a rhyme with the muse you give me Iíll do it anytime, always be proposing something that is fresh so you can find it funny not throw it in the thrash, about these new arguments Iím sure not to run out because your sweet nature has put me on a cloud.