Teeth like razors
Scales like shields
Can't be pierced
Can't get close

I am the Dragon.

Breath of fire
Claws of spears
Don't get close
You'll just burn

I am the Dragon.

Wings stronger than wind
Tail more powerful than earthquakes
Don't fight
Just run

I am the Dragon.

Glancing metal
Flash of cold steel
I'm hit, I'm struck
Between the scale, tender

I am the Dragon.

How'd you get in
How'd you sneak past
How'd you find the loose scale
I am weak

I am the Dragon.

Scales slide off
Teeth turn dull
Claws clipped
Wings shriveled
Tail silenced
Breath turned cold

I am a boy.

Dreams are like smoke.
You try to grab hold,
but they dance around your fingers,
mockingly,
until they disappear completely.

Memories are like fog.
Sitting on the ground,
clouding your judgement,
making reality harder and harder too see.

Unless they are where they are supposed to be.
High above.
Such a beautiful sight in the sky floating around the sun.

Its only when they HAUNT that they fall toward the earth.
And engulf us.
We try to grab hold.
But the vapors in air slip through our hand leaving us empty,
wishing for them to come back

I'm about to speak words
Possibly never spoken before

I am excited to ****-up

I'm excited to have it all depend on me
I'm excited to have to rely on myself

I'm excited for the unknown

and I'm excited for the unspoken words

I'm excited for the unseen
and I'm excited for the surprises to come

I'm excited for the vulnerability

I'm excited for the ****-ups

**I'm excited to grow

Life is simple.

Don't over complicate it.

Life is simple.

The cold brings out the warmth in people.
We start to cuddle down and bundle up.
We spend days inside around a fire or cup of something hot.
Our bodies get cold, but our hearts get warm.

We choose to spend our nights inside with that special someone.
We chose not the wild crazy nights.

So many different senses spur up memories.
Too many memories to grab hold of any specifics.
Just left with the feelings that were caused.
The smells, the tastes, the sounds of music,
All with so many memories attached

Hearts grow bigger in the cold.
People become more charitable.
More giving.

Walks are taken to soak in the beautiful scenery.
Hands are held through jackets and gloves.
Jack Frost brings a quick end to most,
forcing people back into the warmth.

They say that summer is the happiest season.
But just try to not be happy in the cold.
Because the cold outside brings out the warmth in people.

My problem is?
I'm too honest.
I always tell the truth.

So those few times,
that I lie,
And tell people I'm fine...

They believe me.