My Mind 19/11

I look to the sky,
cast grey like tarmac,
I try and trace a path,
hoping it leads to you,
but it breaks to soon,
falling to the ground with fury.

I look to the ground,
now broken by puddles,
I gaze at them,
finding only broken bits of me,
that was once whole.

My love for you

My love for you,

is not a pretty garden,
with flowers and kept bushes,
for all to admire,
and many nimble hands to sustain.

It is a forest,
wild, twisted, dark, ferocious,
rooted and strong,
it stands despite time and nature,
it is where visceral thoughts of you,

roam free,
it exists for us alone,
forbidding to everyone else.