Forgive my thought's running (inspired by but not really about a girl, read between the lines!)

Sunshine second

Missed by a minute or a mile

Believed by a beggar in denial

He heated it in the hour forthcoming

The moments they should have spent running

He assumed her his analeptic addiction

She blossomed beyond his outstretched reach

He did not understand unwilling to usurp

So he sat by signaling the stronger stallions

Land I’ve lost one day I will come home.

not just an iris

Bright eyed girl with rocks in her hands

She refuses to understand

She said she feels no trouble besides the water in the sands

She said she has no complacency, no subscription to any brand

But the rocks told another story

They felt the grip of her palms and fingers

If these rocks could speak they would tell a story of loss and false victory

A story lost in the ears of cold male strangers

It would never be heard

She never uttered a word

In Her Teacup

Soaking in her glory

My will and ways diffuse

Bit by bit

I can’t feel myself without

Feeling her

I am being diluted

Bit by bit

The world has be reduced

To matters held in the water

Influenced by the scent and descent

Of the leaves

The world can take us in

Bit by bit