Every time I write a
poem dandelions
grow on my skin.
Every time  you kiss
them my bones
blush from
within* ~

She asked him to bring
her the moon. Since his
air ballon couldn't reach
the galaxies hidden behind
the blue skies , he gathered
all the pretty pebbles and
stones found by the sea
shore. And formed them
in the shape of a crescent.
Then promised her to buy
a rocket ship when has
enough money someday so
he could bring her to the
moon itself. He said that
this was the closest he
could get. She stood with
blushing cheeks that turned
ruby red. While he leaned
close and placed a soft
kiss on her forehead* ~

He asked me what does
young love look like.

So I pointed at the shy
sunflowers making
out in the backyard.

He asked me how does
it feel.

So i grabbed his hand
and followed the trail
of roses , sat him
down and showed him
how love can be real.

By kissing him from head
to toe on the wet summer
grass.

By stripping off every
piece of cloth and kissing
him skin on skin on gentle
earth's ground* ~

There is no cure for depression
but love.

It's what keeps you going on.
It keeps you floating on the
surface of the pond.

It clears out your veins from
the poison you sip on the way
you do with red wine
everyday.

It's what makes you see when
your blind.

But society sets so many rules
for love and how it should
be.

Forcing you to keep it a secret sometimes the way fishermen do when they capture mermaids from the sea.

Making you afraid to tell everyone you know alive including your mom
and dad.

But only the rebels know how to
survive. Only the rebels know
to how to runaway with their
loved ones.

As they pack their bags and hit
the road. Without knowing where
to go or looking back.

Not giving a **** about the
people and what will they say.
Only the rebels know how to
get away.

To marry the love of their life and have a family of their own. To
have a child and live in a little
home built from stone.

To go miles away to say their I
love you's and vows. To ditch
the crowd and yet feel very
proud.

Only the rebels know how to
slap society on the face and
runaway.

Only the rebels know how to
let their love exist and have a
pulse

Because they know it's true and
not false as the people in town
say* ~