Every eye sees beauty differently
Every tongue has a different way to speak
As our minds serve time where they are at
On the gifts so neatly wrapped
Open hands are made to give freely

We all walk a different path in life
That doesn't mean we're not on the same side
Whatever side you are own
Trying your best to head North
Hoping for that beauty to find

That we all see so differently
As our tongues confess what our minds believe
When all that really matters
Is our love for one another
That is life's true beauty

the silence of the night
it keeps me awake
waiting for you at my bed side
oh it makes me ache

the silence of the night
the absence of your scent
i want you at an eyesight
empty space is a torment

i want to write
a poem
about this
nothingness
and how it feels beautiful
these days

This week almost killed me
but it did not,
just took a shot at me
and missed,
now it's the weekend
it could be thrills galore,
but whatever it is it has got to
be more
than the previous five days.

This has nothing to do with anything, but
Grammarly is getting right on my ****
underlining bits of text
commenting on what goes where
and what is best
what next?
a chalk duster
flung through the screen at me?

I can roll with the punches
because I'm putting on weight,
well rounded, I'm told,
then again they tell old people
what they want to,
don't you?