Sunshine after the rain...
Malleable, delectable and clouded with mystery,
Reminiscing about butterfly's, from the first time you kissed me,
In reality I'm just a puzzle that has no corners,
An incomplete mystery with nothing but broken borders.
How long must sitting be the answer?
Listening to the sound of clouds and swaying to the music of the moonlight dancer,
She keeps her rhythm and doesn't ask for anything,
Feeling compassion from the soul in everything,
I wake everyday in a bed dressed in everything I own,
Happy that life sometimes resembles a sinking stone,
No air, no resistance just darkness that comforts,
Dreaming screaming into a world of eternal sunsets.
Words become predictable in this facade we call a society,
Screaming from rooftops with articulate, drunken sobriety.
Were the next waves of the future of tomorrow?
Hoping to recreate a world we know wont become dead through bad choices, and extremities of sorrow.
Yet in the smoke and debris sits the answer we miss,
And not far lies a boy who dreams of her kiss.
E.M.R
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