The Lion and the Ladybird...

A ladybird once told her that
things left unsolved play on the brains of all involved.
Worms of self doubt attack when she thinks of an apple
firmly stuck, forever floating on the shelves of her memory.

What is this? Is this this feeling of that emotion
often clenched with roses and all things warm and fuzzy?
she squirms.

The unreplied and blinking for her attention.
Flattered and unsure,
drowning in her reading.
Paddled to deep?
It may not mean this at all.

Knowing their paths will cross once more
right now she's still reminding her self
to love a love that's that's pure.

There's so much growing to do and places to explore.
They are heading towards the same horizon,
where the sun sets in cascades of colour.

Why rush when she's so muddled
playing cruel games to be shore
paddling in tides of waves
too close, now to far

Her heart is cracked and so she toys
with others and more.
She daren't touch his it just in case
she forgets the warmth and
drops it to the floor.



It's been on my facebook for a while now, and I hated it once I wrote it but now, now that feeling that motivated me to write it has left me. I like it much much more.