Some hearts are like fertile fields —
you plant your love and reap the yields.
Some hearts are like piney slopes —
you plant a tree with prayers and hopes.
But hearts like mine are like a desert oasis
alone by itself in the most hostile of places.
The way you get there is an ardious trek
and when you get there, the place is a wreck.
Empty houses and dried up dates —
you arrive and think you have arrived much too late.
But give me time and I’ll set things right,
maybe today, maybe tonight.
Its been so long since someone came
that I’ve let things go, to my shame.
Give me time and then I know
the love you give me will begin to grow.
And then the oasis will spring to life.
The tree’s will bloom and the streets will sing
that you are my everything.
Just don’t leave and let me die
or poison the wells with a lie.
Just give me your love and I’ll give you mine
for now, forever, until the end of time.
(**This would have been written by Matthew, my teenager alter. “I” did not exist at the time. If you aren’t DID/MPD – think about that, and how strange it’s become.)