She is a flower. To me, the most beautiful flower with petals of every bright color on the spectrum, but to the world, a dark and wilting flower. Even she saw herself that way. And out of all the flowers in the field, I wanted to pick this one up the most, to care for it water it and feed it. And so I did. And for a second she saw herself the way I saw her. Her saw beauty in herself, not ugliness. Hope, not fear. And for a while I fed and watered her, I could tell she was happy, her petals pointing towards the sky. But it wasn't perfect. She started wilting. A flower can't survive long away from its roots. And so with all my strength along wi
Hello sweet murderer
I come bringing gifts
Do with them what you will
Please enjoy my company
Please enjoy my humor
Hello sweet thief
Take my sweets, my snacks
Take my joys, my games
Please enjoy all that I have
Enjoy all that I wish for
Hello sweet liar
I am at your service
You promise me riches
You promise rewards
You promise happiness
Hello sweet murderer
You give me life and purpose
Thank you for the pierces of joy
Goodbye sweet murderer
I will see you again
The sun rises
and the smell of breakfast fills the house
You are there
They are there
You are the product of:
the highest seraphs of heaven
the most beautiful flowers
the clearest streams
the brightest stars
the tallest and wisest trees
the tastiest of fruits
the most colorful of colors
the most golden gold
the sharpest diamond
the most perfect soul
And they are the product of you.