Soft iris.
Lilacs in your eyes,
You use this to your disguise.

Everyone a flower
longing to be picked.

Looking at you was like staring into the blaring sun, first a subtle beauty followed by tremendous pain.

I love your brown eyes, they’re Autumn living within a soul.
A walking soul that see’s the beauty of life through their own perspective.
I can only imagine that they would see the world golden.

I am the sun.
I rise, and I fall into a sunset.
I circle the world, only to return back to you.

Time takes place in moments. A lot of the time I want to keep still.
Capture the moment.
Become the air and live amongst every atom in our universe.
To understand life, but to live it without questioning... wondering...
To be the air, or to be nothing at all.

How easy it is to become a poet, when something traumatising attacks at our hearts.
How easy it is to write these words and feelings, but to never speak them aloud.