ryijo's greenthing's blog

as he speaks:
heart of fear
of innocence
of gentility
a rose of thorns
yet comes softly
nothing this far
has pick thee
no man has come
to give thee mirth; yet
a troubled man
willful to wait
as she speaks:
young man whose
heart of love
of trouble
of doubting
open your eyes
no half-closed;
forget thy waiting
untrue is the man
who picks a rose
whose one hand
holding one
as they speak:
whose two hearts
wanting and
waiting

if you were a book
i would read you with all my heart
i would turn each page like no other
understand the words you decipher
i would listen to the voice you sing
and wholeheartedly feel its deeper meaning
i would be glad to know the story you own
and make it a home
if only you were a book
i would love to read you with all my heart.

when it rains

earth is wet

travels go slow like train

people walk too fast

afraid to get caught of the past.

when it rains

nothin' but cry the children sing

like when a baby tears when not feed.

when it rains

children do pray

heaven make the day for play.

when it rains

there's shivering inside

a horrible thing will happen

no rainbow to shine after

but life is lost and can't be seen forever.

when it rains

it's like angels weep for life

when the other said goodbye

he only made tears inside

the trust that was with him at once

lost like a cloud in the sky

he could do no more

but only wait for a chance

the feeling then of love

eventually pained his love