Bent double.
Sick.
And I cannot really blame you.
Maybe it was me.
Because I wrote so much about avoiding the devil, but little did I know I was sharing his bed.

Living in the everlasting hope that one of my dreams, at least, would become true.

The sun and moon sharing the sky
Their love radiating from opposite edges of life's greatest masterpiece

Eyes like black pools
Filled with sadness
In the depth
A little fire burning
Hidden passion of a broken soul
An ink tear
Juice from a blue heart
For he has forgotten her
Left in a solitaire dance

Shell
🐚✨

I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast

Rain on a flower
Rain on me
The sky has a plan
Tomorrow you will see
The sun shine again
In light of today's dream

Sometimes,

Runny mascara is needed
To clean off your face
Define your own tears
And they'll never go to waste