DPLatex

Well First Off My Son Comes First And Foremost,
so If You Can not Hang With That Stop Reading.
I'm An Artist & Musician And Have Come To The Self Realization I Stink At Describing Myself, So Therefore Here Is An Song. . .

we live and we die it seems and never see the puppet strings
sleepers walking busy bees inhabiting each other's dreams
and me, i knew myself so well a scarecrow on a carousel
a spinning world just out of reach
it's a blur how i found myself alone
crossing a bridge on my way home
and threw my soul into the depths,
for Who?

my love for Who? is like a rose
that follows where the sunset goes
and finding velvet fields of stars
its petals so that it shows
my heart there for all to look
a beating page torn from a book
and cradled in its bed red bloom
offered to the one who takes it from me

hope to hear you say its yours
forever and a day
or longer
love gets stronger
till it burns the space between away
this flower holds the key to me
its secrets guarded jealousy
but opens up in trusting not betrayed. . .