…Valentine…
Hearts dance across the forming thoughts that wake and take their minds and dance around in chalk, the stalks of flowers bend with glee, finding her love in recipes, I wear the days like thorns of roses, bound like posies that subtract the minds of mimicked glee, remembering all the things that keep us free, my heart is bound in cuffs, with her heart mellow wearing luck, the world still does move around all though the ground is hers to claim, the clouds shift and no sign of rain, the forests keep their mind on leaves, bringing hearts their privacy, the beaches find their shifted colors, making blankets better lovers, the diners wear their bitten clothes, so as none think that they want her alone, the sky shines like bitten bitter branches swaying like the minds of cameras that dance before the hibernating thoughts of circled birds, drowned by hawks, the days shifts through deadened as the world is full of bread unleavened, the hours bounce and you wear time like signs of how many days spent with her, don’t grab tickets as of yet make sure that heart shows strength not bended knee, more the better too much your free, guide the day like hearts of hero’s when it is done find the zero, I dance like dogs that blend curses with subtracted minds, days are governed and I am a sign, waking taking thoughts of brevity next to hands that move and mind that knew, I care only cause of latchkey humor, bitter biting all is rumor, keep in mind these things must be of self, so watch for haunting hands in kelp, knowing yourself is better then, finding arrows in your friends, from what I gather to place the weights, might as well spend a week in fires lake, then to bend this day, all that said I know nothing more than today, so I find the ground again to say, that the world is in a tragic state hoping tomorrow will bring cake.
