Love Is A Garden

love is a garden 

some trees bare bad fruits, dare I take it

or dare I plant the seeds of desire

and hope the roots make it 

the heart of a woman

the body of a serpent

this loneliness I sit with

they say I deserve it

but I’ve never done wrong

I’ve never done wrong

my worst crime, sneaking into the garden

from which you come

I still hope I can sneak my way into your sight 

with no ill intentions, I’ve learnt to be sly

try as I might 

try as I might

I want what I want 

find my way to it

and slither on

Tyra