Ah.. helpful criticism appreciated. Dont all writters need some?
Sweet roses of petals,
How I wish you were liquid,
I’d drink in your beauty,
Oh the beautiful scents of nature.
Why must love keep me spell bound?
It tightens the grip upon my heart, Every time I want to break,
When I think of something other,
It brings thoughts back into, My mind, My memory, My heart,
Why must I be spell bounded into this?
For whom I’d rather live without,
Why is it, I’m dreading his presence, His sense of faith
He’s my cause of problems, My cause of breath,
Why is it that this spell wont let go,
I don’t understand,
Does my heart know something I don’t?