Better:
She was new when she found me
perfect’ her hue, shining bright past boundaries
natural roots clinging deep to my valves
her dirt clean to the touch
her tears flowed, cleansing all that it showered
I stayed countless nights attached to her bosom
laying between blue clouds and a grassy cushion
giving her fruits to harvest with out condition
seasons of endless love in constant repetition
she is perfect...
she was new, back when she met me
colors a little dull now, little fading around her borders
Still clings to my heart, now jaded and old
still clean though I might have stains to my soul
and I blame her....
so I fight and fuss trying to change... her
the one who would nurture me without hesitation
her nature was my savior
but I betrayed her and changed my behavior
trading blue clouds for concrete outlines
from grassy knolls to beds fit with kings n queens size
her boundless fruit made me complacent and greedy
mothers milk was addictive but I drank wide eyed and hastily
now the well is running dry....
I remember when I met you, you’re still as beautiful
despite my stains you still want me to hold you
what i survive on you’re still providing the seeds for
behind those concrete outlines blue clouds adorn
although the planes have been all outlined in borders
the green of your good natural keeps order
history claims faults will repeat and reveal what is true
so I hope to never change you again
You where perfect the day I met you.
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