One sided...

Could it mean the spark?

To be busy to a point

That couldn’t be announced

Plucking petals from a darken crispy rose

Only then will a forest catch fire

 

One sided...

Could it mean the dream?

An overgrown rusty saw poisoned

Creating deform visual buried beneath

World vomit tears upon the sky

It speaks of make-belief

 

One sided...

Could it mean the story?

The shredded love was misguided

Stake struck between thou

As the blazing fire spread

Ticks the clock goes to chase in time

 

One sided...

Could it mean the life?

A sphere without no side

Blooming roses wilted

Lights shatter between

When eyes open to see

 

One sided...

Could it mean the love?

Beset by vines became a guard

Smile of a sin has grief apart

Torn by thorns like a blown-out candle

I’m to sworn by a worn-out symbol

 

One sided...

Could it mean the boldness?

Try to trust no lust of luck

Held to hold a great old apple

Beauty, so you are

Yours is what to become of mine

 

 

 

P.S.

 

“Only it ticks when I’m yours” ~ Jer L.