The centre of my being
The tree of life in my garden of Eden
Do you take life
As much as you give one?
Lend your shade
To withdraw when I need some?
I love a puzzle
But you’re one-
Now I hate ‘em

Your arms hold me tight
Run your fingers, fill my eyes
What do you see?
Your wife-or death, something to run from?
I have doubts-
About me, about your eyes and what they see
Tell me, different
Prove me wrong
Me, and my broken mind

The past is in the past
You tell me, and I trust you
But it still bothers you-
I know it, I see it, but don’t you? Have you?
Like fragments of a mirror
Distorted and sharp, cleaving my heart
You speak words
I go back, my mistakes
Running in place.

You are the colours of autumn
Haunting in your beauty
Crushing my lungs
As I fall all over again in your arms
I look into your eyes
Do you hate me as you hold me?
Maybe some
I can’t tell-your leaves
They change. Colours.

Maybe the red ones mean love.