Tino's Flowery Thoughts

A tangled web she weaves, a mess so bright, A paradox of beauty, a captivating sight. Adored and scorned, a storm within her eyes, A fire that burns, a spirit that never dies. This mess she wears, a badge of wild delight, Adorable chaos, a captivating light. They crave her presence, a treasure to behold, But fleeting moments, a story yet untold. Love's embers flicker, a guarded, tender flame, Fairytales of forever, a whispered, mocking name. Too sweet the promise, a truth she can't embrace, So she hunts her own fortune, a self-made, fearless pace. No tethered heart for her, no chase, no plea, She hunts for solace, wild and gloriously free. Pursue, entrap her, a game she'll surely win, For only on her terms, her love will let you in. No room for regrets, no dwelling on the past, From every misstep, a lesson learned at last. A defiant spirit, a "no" that means "begin," A world of her own making, where chaos lets her win. Replaceable? Never, a gem beyond co

My mind rebels, a war it cannot win, "Don't think of you," the battle cry within. But memories linger, a bittersweet refrain, Missing you, a truth that whispers in the rain. You pushed me back, a wall you built so strong, A whispered "no" that lingered far too long. Yet, yearning whispers, a silent, pleading plea, For a whispered "yes," for you to set me free. Begging feels wrong, a path I shouldn't tread, But the urge remains, a teardrop left unsaid. Confusion reigns, a puzzle incomplete, Your presence lingers, a phantom, bittersweet. Love's embers glow, a fire I can't deny, Yearning for your ear, a chance to justify. Blame falls upon me, a burden self-inflicted, For you and us, a story uncompleted. "It's not you," you claimed, a comfort turned to ash, A hollow phrase that leaves a burning gash. Reason stands at bay, a logic undefined, Wishing for your hand, a way to leave it behind. Easier, perhaps, a path we didn't take