The grey cloud
Stretched the entirety of my
Visible world  
          

Vacant earth tears made
Themselves known to
My window

Trust is earned slowly,
Over the course of one's life,
But lost in an instant.


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A butterfly?
You are not

A dandelion
Flower seed
Floats in the breeze?
No! you are not

A little bird
Gliding in the sky?
Certainly not

Your dancing stroll
In the field of orchids
Carefree and aimless,
Carries an aurora of
Grace and peace

Heart! go out there
And be like her,
At least be a
Dandelion flower seed

I have a nasty habit of enduring out of spite

I endure in spite of my own lust for eternal sleep

Exasperated, I think;
“That’s just so like me, isn’t it?”

Have you ever faced the dilemma of knowing that only love can save you and then had your mind ask you if that is your motive for the relationship you are in?
If your motive is to fall in love can you ever find the real thing?