Even at my lowest point, For you I will conjure endless roses all across your Garden Of Eden, Hoping it consists of me. Holding you tightly in my arms, Away from any wind forcing your body to shiver. Sitting underneath a padio with a mistletoe pinned right above us. After all, You are my manifestation... Continue Reading →
God Walks On Our Tears
Sounds of heart monitors consume my ear canals as much as God, Whenever It holds me in contempt. You would think God Itself would be more accepting, Rather than taking the role of your deathly Rosarian, Laying it to rest how it really is. But, I guess even "It" has its moments of hopelessness when... Continue Reading →
