May 13 by The Running Son
I wrote this rose poem in an email today. and in the spirit of having a little spirit, i did not censor myself then to spring a few uncensored twists your way. Now, this is not a love poem, or even one about lotuses or flowers or split-personalities of any frequency. but it is about opening up, and showing you the whole octave of feeling-keys.
so, I spiral down, get a little ground-head-broken, but I spring back up, and that is the hope I have, and the love i’ve found to hope in. so i present…
key: *= (smiles)
roses all hate me
wtf’s been up l8tly?