a pathetic spectacle drenched in forget with a hint of child like innocence

never could one fault youth for feigning ignorance right?

oh but how hard it must be...torn between such polar opposites

never could a man know the difficulties of a blossoming rose pushing up to gain the favor of sunshine

what a dreary existence I lead shadowed forever by a complete lack of understanding

why ask so much, I hear through the garden.

why care so much, I scream in response.

oh so tainted are my thoughts, oh so ridiculous my requests.

silly me

I must want so much

so much time I require.

bull

planning a day meant for just us is like kicking the dirt and cursing the dust

what is a plan but a tiny wish, a hope for later, an expected kiss

it only will happen if things work out, if you leave it alone and quit messing about

why derail a train carrying yourself when it could be so nice to be by ourselves

wake in the morn to a bright perfect day rolling right over and kissing your face

all these dreams ripped at the seams with no silver lining to mend what this means

a poor decision indeed to make plans it would seem guess its not worth waking from sleep