A little birdy
once told me,
that I should be,
trying not once but three

times a charm
that my heart beat to the tempo of a drum,
and my little typing thumb
making.you scream and come

to the sound of the song
with the knock of the gong
you suddenly realize what you missing all along

that little boy standing in rain with a bouquet of wet, damp, saddened flowers forgotten to be picked up
due to the fear that when she touches the roses they will bite her back with the insecure torns she once felt before...

... but she doesn't notice




... that the little boy cut the torns off


a blossomed flower blooming so open and kindness but why dosent she rush out in the rain and saved the flowers

is she afraid that the rain will pull her down ? by dampening her and adding weight to her Hand Holding Heart that finally one day the rain pulls her so down that she never gets up .. again

at this point the boy is enduring and securing everything the world has to throw at him and he gets fustrated

and guess what he does ?

he walks right up to her hands her the tornless flowers and goes in for the kiss ...

this is how love is repaired xx enjoy