Poem.

You got burned by love.

To enjoy the pleasure of nature and its gardens is to engulf the senses in pure ecstasy!

You left him feeling blue.

This is about wild flowers in the summer time.

You are such a massive help to me.

I thirst for something I have never had and yet I drink, I bathe in depravity because there really in nothing else… so why can’t I make myself believe it.

How would it be if you ended up in a place where you find yourself as the odd one?

A colour filled poem.

One Last Goodbye…