Letters to Dandelion by Xve Read Free Book Online Page A

chance, not
    with you, because we played
    the game of flesh and it’s not
    worth it.
     
    And he said, take my hand,
    we are still who we are. We
    are still two who can become
    one. We are still two who
    can think as one, we are still
    two, who can overcome, we
    are still two, who can live,
    love, learn and grow together.
     
    Life is not always as such, I
    know, I have grown. Please
    trust in something, other than
    yourself?
     
    I can’t she replied. My eyes
    can not see that far. I am trying
    real hard, on the small that I
    am able to create for me, though
    you laugh at my progress, for
    me, you would never guess,
    just how hard, even that was
    to come by.
     
    My life is in shambles, my home
    is lost, I only have my pets, and
    those who I can manipulate to
    support me.
     
    I can not manipulate you. You
    want the real me, and a real me
    does not exist.
     
    I can see the real you he exclaimed,
    I can touch the real you. You are
    not dead. You are just in limbo.
    Let he guide you through? Let
    me hold your hand and at the
    end, love you like you should.
     
    She silenced for a moment, and
    thought and pondered and bit
    her lip, then said  -
     
    No, Because, I am just me, and
    it is my nature, to stay as such.
     

She won’t pick me.
     
    I’m out of her league.
    Or, should it be –
    the other way around?
     
    Then I wouldn’t frown.
    So much.
    I would wait.
    Just to see her face,
    smile at me,
    glow towards me.
     
    But, the clock ticks on
    and she uses who is close.
     
    I want to be used.
    I only want to touch her –
    I’ve loved her.
    But, it was one-sided.
     
    I dream too much.
    Short, vignettes of desire.
    Strokes too the much the
    raging fire in my mind.
    -           in hopes
    -           in fact,
    that I want her.
     
    But, I’m just the bent ten in
    a new deck of Aces and Clubs.
     
    Her beauty is so subtle.
    And yeah, she’s a bunch
of trouble –
    But, trouble couldn’t be
    any cuter.
     
    I’m a fool man.
     
    She’ll never pick me.
     
    In a sea of authenticity,
    I’m not the Pantages Lamp, or
    the hundred year old pair of
    underwear.
    I’m nothing special.
     
    So, who am I to dare,
    to cast my hat in the ring?
     
    I’ll show you how –
    With everything I’ve got.
     
    This life,
    This moment,
    These situations
    are my only shot.
     
    So why not?
     
    My heart sprouts roses
    when I see her.
     
    My skin turns to ginger bread
    when I touch her.
     
    My eyes narrow so,
    from a smile that I can
    barely see her.
     
    She is who I want.
     
    I can only hope,
    that, she’ll pick me.

Most mysterious mystery
     
    What is the beauty of a woman truly for?
    Was it given to her to use, to become a whore?
    Was it given for gain; to trade for profit galore?
    Was it given for her to use to explore,
                the seductive evilness of an exploitive world,
distressed,
                            where no one could really care a
pound less?
     
    This is just my guess,
    as I will confess,
    to the confusion and duress,
    of the pain I feel in my chest,
    from the weight of Death,
    as it hangs above my sorrow-filled
    soul.
     
    It’s from the hurt that I feel,
    cause I know the deal,
    of Why –
    When a woman walks by,
    How my heart aches as it she steals,
    with her cat like ways,
    as her body does sway;
    I could watch her for days,
    as the sun does play, shining
    off her unimaginably beautiful face.
     
    Voice of Harpsichord grace,
    with hair that shimmery shines above,
    pretty eyes, covered in skin tones
    of smooth cold gold.
     
    From her speech, I’m just sold,
    On Her, to Her and for Her.
     
    If only she would know.
    If she could just take the time, to see -
    She would find – that, as I am told,
    She would simply become my world.
     
    And this is true, I tell you,
    this is what she can instantly do …
     
    Her beauty can find the will inside
    for a man to cry and feel justified.
    For a man to endure, this destructive world,
    For a man to rise; to