A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

I watch it all pass by.
It seems to be flying now.
My life,
the lives of the ones I love.
I see us,
As if leaves on a tree,
Summer turns to fall,
And we all fall down.
Only as the next spring comes,
The tree is repopulated with our blossoms.
I can only hope,
That I live long enough,
To help supply my blossoms.
Sadly that's all i can see as a purpose.
To bring life into the world of the dead.
So I sit here as a withering flower.
Watching,
Wilting,
Waiting for my time to come.
I consume little.
I see no point.
I'm trying to make them proud.
Hiding all my faults as I go by.
Only to realize,
what pleases one,
Disgusts another.
So what's the poin?
Only to wait to plant my seed,
Hoping,
Praying,
Wishing some higher power,
Helps me raise it to be something I never was nor will be.
A good person