growing up with a concrete exterior

stern eyes and pursed lips

you are nothing

but a walking message in a bottle

that nobody would dare to open.

that's the thing about resilience

it never really does you any favours.

crumpled on the floor

finally, you're out the door

could it be,

I finally gave you what for?

we visited the beach, kicked up the sand

I watched you lovingly as you paddled in the surf

and then the sea stood up and hugged you

as if you were responsible for keeping it blue

I hope that one day you'll find someone that sees your eyes as green galaxies

and your hair as stars

and your body as a universe

because my love

to experience something so out of this world

is the least you deserve.

maybe in 10 years we'll bump into each other

we'll catch up on all the time we let run away

and how desperately in love I was with you

and we can laugh about how we broke eachothers hearts.

For what am I..
if not Man of Cruel Intentions?

Ruled by a thirst for power,
controlled by an overwhelming desire for greed.

For I am the embodiment of Avarice,
You see.

And It consumes me whole so effortlessly.

For what am I..
if not a Man of Cruel Intentions?

Just a lowly fallen son,
A Messiah of the wretched.
Loved by many.
But Idolised by none.

You're Golden.
Ain't noone ever told you that.

With your Golden Hand.
And my Golden Mind.

We can have a Golden life.

So let's put pen to paper.
And put paint to canvas.

Oh, We can achieve anything.

For we my girl, are Golden.
Invisible Angels without wings.