Garden

If it were true,

and I could do,

just one thing,

to prove I'm sane,

my feelings mixed,

my head a blaze,

my heart is sore,

its like a maze,

I'm lost in it,

without a doubt,

Its practically turning me inside out,

a wake of flowers,

the ground of dirt,

a scene that melts,

even the coldest heart,

a kiss of a rose,

the velvet soft trees,

its all welled up inside of me.