I once had a love who folded secrets between her thighs like
napkins and concealed memories in the valley of her breasts.
There was no match for the freckles on her chest, and no one
could mistake them for a field of honeysuckles.
gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots.
Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the
sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of
the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the
deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger
will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion.
That’s its balance.
How can I say this without
breaking How can I say this without taking
over How can I put it down into
words When it's almost too much for my
soul alone I don't want them to
know the secrets I don't want them to know the
way I loved you I don't think they'd
understand it, no I don't think they would accept
me, no Dreams fight with
machines Inside my head like
adversaries Come wrestle me
free Clean from the war Your heart fits like a
key Into the lock on the wall I turn it over, I turn it
over But I can't escape I turn it over, I turn it
over I loved and I loved and I lost
you And it hurts like