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The Garden

Indrajith

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Good Morning Dear

I hope I didn't wake you too soon

Because my mind is growing tired

Too much thinking what I should do

I picture you out there

It must be beautiful this time of year

All those East Coast leaves

Floating round like embers from burning trees

Well the weather out here is just the same

But the garden that you planted remains.


Now it's only work

Each day bleeding into the next

Barely scraping by

I tire myself out just so I can rest

But rest it rarely comes

And when it does I cannot go home

Because it's much too quiet

Seems that I'm not suited to being in love

And everyone around me's changed

But the garden that you planted remains.


I think about you

Maybe more than I should

But the smog is getting old

The drugs I'm taking aren't so good

So will you talk to me

Even though you've had a late night

Because I need a little help

Baby, tell me I'll be alright

Cause everything around me's changed

But the garden that you planted remains
 
If not for you, I wouldn’t know
What true love really meant.
I’d never feel this inner peace;
I couldn’t be content.

If not for you, I’d never have
The pleasures of romance.
I’d miss the bliss, the craziness,
Of love’s sweet, silly dance.

I have to feel your tender touch;
I have to hear your voice;
No other one could take your place;
You’re it; I have no choice.

If not for you, I’d be adrift;
I don’t know what I’d do;
I’d be searching for my other half,

Incomplete, if not for you.
 
Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment

Will never let you be.
 
What is the greatest love of all?
The way that Summer gives in to Fall?
Ever changing is this place
Have I ever seen it, on your face?
Did I miss the glance, the act, time spent?
Pursuing hollow forms, my heart for rent?
Did the moment come, did time stand still?
Was the emotion felt, overcome by will?
I wander now, ego detached.
Searching still, for love in pact.
The love I seek, I carry around.
Seeking still, for love abound.
Like cat and mouse, will Love give chase?
Or will I find it, in empty space?
Unconditional, purest in form
Like tidal waves, in a raging storm.
The Love I seek, exists in me.
I want to feel, so that I may see.
 
As I left the garden of my soul, I saw all the right that could have been.
I realized the wrong choices made, without discernment seen.

Knowledge not acquired nor deserved, was earned by blood, sweat and tears.
The path to understanding was long, moments became days, months and years.

I used the allotted time to believe in the power of faith.
With faith I returned to the garden of my soul, to peace and love I had forsake.

As I lay down to sleep,
I now know my soul will keep.

If I should die before I wake,

this is the garden my soul will take.
 
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