Pictures perfect
The moment you sense it.
The moment you think it.
Isn’t that the moment you want to capture?
The happiness. The loving eyes. The amazing grin
Capture the picture perfect memories

I'm busy waiting for the day
When locking cages of red metal
Will feel natural
When a spring shoot
Will be a daffodil between us,
Yellow,
My favourite colour.

In bed
Casting glances likes hooks across me
Pulling at skin, my
Ill fitting armour
What is this mess, this brutal growth
Of you and I, this and that?
Who knew, but something natural
That it is not.

Gazing upon a beautiful picture with smiles painted upon the faces of people who're bound to be together
With my fingers, I caressed and picked up the picture
Slowly sinking it into my memory
Making me remember each genuine smile
Till my hands went numb and the frame went out of my grasp
Shards of broken glass scattered on the floor
A broken image of a strong bond is now weeping in front of my face
With my hands, I picked up each broken glass and they ended up cutting through my skin
It hurts to pick up the broken pieces of such a master piece made by emotions and relationships

That tragic story still hasn't healed and it didn't only leave cut marks upon my hands but also on my heart
Whenever my memory replays that uneventful moment
It strikes a heart string and makes my heart weep

If you look back;
On life,
On your life,
You're not the same person,
You'll never be of yesterday,
Never will you be;
Ever.
You're constantly changing,
Every moment,
Every season,
Everyday.

-tc.

and then again, I am the same tree on the same hill
look you have seen it

here,

your eyes close

shutting feathers down of egrets
lounging in morning fog

tall nudging of estuaries
of reeds, foxglove-purple glens

here,

your eyes are closed

the white is peeking in from the edges
soft memory

plump and poultice

the egrets blush a ruffled wing
unsetting setting dust

the yellow fog claved the fold

martyred the morning
before it began

Brisk, warm, and easy to move on
No, not talking about a one night stand,
The cutting as they call,
The chai with the twist
Just enough to momentarily pause
Before you dive right back in
to the whirlwind of hope