Poets & Poetry

My heart’s garden

Roses and myrtles are what I like,
On warm days and chilly nights
Each hour, every while
Counting stars and passing lights.
Want what I want
But can’t or might.

If wanting that is a sin,
Then why am I livin’?
I wish I could confess,
My feelings are a mess.

I wish you would run into me,
Make my demons go silly.
Set my castle ablaze,
Make an escape to a place;
A place on fire,
A garden of complete desire.
But the flowers could not fulfill,
My heart’s will.