I Am As God Made Me

even on the graveyard of my
memories, love seeks the
passion i carry. you can't
create it, you can't destroy it.
you can only feel it...

these flowers of bliss, grew on the graveyard of my memories. When hell came calling, she hid behind mirrors of illusion and made love to the death of love, my love. i ran towards her to let her know that love like a soul can't be created nor destroyed. She fell in a pit of shame when my soul met one that could be one with all of my words, my beliefs. In the end, what was left was my desire to watch her grow and her desire to never see me smile. The rivers now carry songs of passion when i ride them with my soul in their bend and the flowers that once knew hate as a way to live, breathe nothing but the scent of my love for love.