I want to fill your time with flowers.

I never wanna go insane.
I never wanna fill my brain.
With the things that you use to do.
I losing you.
Baby, I'm so confused.

What an opening stanza my friend, this opening really grips the reader and draws them into wanting to know what is going on within this relationship, this love you hold. It's a relating stanza as well by the sheer fact that so many of us are never able to communicate correctly and things seem to blow up in our face and leave us confused one way or the other.

Never want to smell your scent.
I'm fighting just to pay the rent.
I'm going to, back in time.

Baby, youre so devine...

The back and forth torment within your heart, mind, body, and soul is truly felt here. You don't want them you want to find a way to just forget and let go but yet at the same time you believe they can be your true love and you see past all of the flaws.

I never want to go insane.
Ive got better things on my brain.
I've gone through to you in time.
I'm gunna make you mine.

Baby, you're so devine.

Again this pull of wanting and not wanting this person is truly underlined here, it makes this poem a very powerful emotional piece. The way you are able to express the wants and desires as well as the dislikes is almost like you are cut in half or looking into a mirror trying to figure out which side to go with.

I wanna fill your time with flowers.
I wanna spend my days with yours.
I wanted to, like we use to do.
Sitting back on my back porch.

Beautiful, I love the way you explained here what exactly you want, how you miss the past and the nostalgia is haunting you.

Thinkin flickin cigarettes.
Wind licking frost off my breath.
I wanna fill your time with flowers.
If only I had super powers.

Love the rhyming sequence here, very catchy. And the metaphor is very powerful. "Wind licking frost off my breath." Awesome sentence there. I can imagine the weather, the seasons changing and your guys' love changing with the seasons.

Going now back in time, Im gunna try and make you mine.
Ill try once more.
Like I did before.
Now baby just watch me soar.

Traveling in time, to fix the things that we messed up on. To work on ourselves and know the mistakes we made to hurt the ones we love is always a big wish for all of us. It's hard and rough, time and how we learn and grow with it. The plea to go back in time oozes throughout this poem, great job at underlining that wish.

I want to...
Shake it.
Dancing in the dark.
I know we'll make it.
Going down to the island park.
The stars light up your face.
My eyes enlightened with waste of quiet words embrace.

Powerful! Full of awe right here. "My eyes enlightened with waste of quiet embrace." Truly beautiful, the eyes speak so much volume and the way you captured that description of love and want is really easy to see and feel.

I only want to give you just one flower.
Just to show you how I feel.
I don't seem to have the power.
The loss of nerves of steel.

It's like your trying to decide what to do. How to fix this or find a way to show this person the love you have for them. But your nerves are overtaking you and stopping you from taking that leap, perhaps this is why you wish to go back in time to disallow your nerves to control you.

I'm getting left behind this time.
My memories rewind.
Taped over, tape recorder.
I'm watched by the worlds new world order.
I know I can't escape it so..
So I try and fake it.
Go.
I go back once more.
Like I did before.
Trying to explore.

Vivid. Almost as if you are trapped by people from doing what you want, taking a chance and trying to show this person the love you hold. Like the new world order is controlling you emotionally and stopping you from getting that chance to go back in time.

I wanna fill my mind with thoughts of time and... flowers. Sitting thinking for hours of a girl that I once knew. Yet, I can't think of a name so I'm blue. I think of shades to represent you.
But I don't know you.
Or what to do.
I think of frost and the holocaust because that's what we're learning in school.
I feel like such a fool as I forget the color brown and instead study for a test, trying to get the best grades that I can. Little do I know that tomorrow is the day that I met you.
I'll try and do my best to forget you.
But I won't.

Powerful ending, it's almost as if you were dreaming this. To feel the want of going back to a point in your life where you could give your love to the one you wanted but to who that might be is unsure as you find yourself not even knowing this person. Almost like in a day dream. Very fun read.

So so touching, the last few lines are rather tragic, the epitome of devastation

Aww.. who's this for? i have to ask XP