Mystery
The great unknown...
Be okay with my ups and downs
Life is full of tragedy...
Visiting the home of my childhood,
standing on a tiny patch of grass...
..break me down with the slightest touch,
and leave me leant upon a crutch...
Why does a rose of beauty rare,
Spring forth to glorious birth...
A flower facing the sun
that's me after surviving major storms...
Across the water there is a town
I will love forever and now...
How could such beauty,
Grow amid such pain...
It's a bumper box of Belgian chocs.
It's a bowl of wholesome pasta...
When I die
Just say goodbye...
Neurotic apprehension
Escalates causing me to...
Doors have closed on me
some came as a surprise...