Two's Lips Become a Flower

A Sailors Moon

She flowers with the passions

"Sixty Seconds" no stopped watched

Optical Illusions, sandwiched by the Un-sub's ways

Pushed and pulled; a heart tares

It becomes, the Broken

Evening tides slip within

Silken sheets there lies the sin

Her cries defeated whom has she cheated

Three with rosy cheeks there with speaks a tree; logical logic

With many words; head games no one proclaims!

Dead space and deafening quiet

Blazers blaze, the earth she shakes

Other than, Greater Than, less than

Decisions upon this she makes; the Earth Quakes

Split blood, unreceived not only twice, but thrice

A cock crows, for thy sakes the ground is cursed

In your stead now go till the land be forever weary of

his merry men

Hurricane is blown so hard and chased

By these winds; sore these four; only one was Able

As they gathered no crowns or gowns

No grounds to stand upon; He frowns

Clowns and fools who's Wonderland is this?

No! not Watson' or Holmes perhaps twas Alice's

Which Shylock did this? Yahoo! Twas not my Messenger?

Not one apple was eaten!

I formed only Figs in this here garden

And for you some dust covered bones, but

No More! No you shall have not; an encore

Two busy bees have become my flower

And hour after hour she whithers she dries

Meet her mate who two does cry; for both shall now have to die

Now sons of man thou hast became

For the making of two's lips which have deflowered

My Flower

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man