It’s fleeting;
The way we smile.
The flickers of colours
And our ears filled
With our own laughs.

It is easy. It is simple.

I’m sorry
For many times my mouth is usually filled with cotton
And when my back stiffens when you embrace me
Gracefully with your care.

I hope you know my love
Is expressed in different ways.
Perhaps poorly,
But still in the way I can only do,
Still there, in attempt to ease you.

But here we are, our laughs loud.
The splatter of colours
On our skin as we grin.
I hope you hold on to it
Even after it fleets away.

They connect and feel This Land beneath their feet.
But why do I feel nought but dirt and grass?
Don’t be fooled, I appreciate the base –
Filled with sacrifices and bones of the times of the past.

But is that not the history of everywhere we go?
The soil is filled with our successes and mistakes.
It is what we share in our ***** blood
Yet with the innocence we possess difficult to fake.

The other people of This Land are like any other.
Some possess flowers, some with guns,
And for sure all of them exchange arms
Depending if another is to be (rightfully?) shunned.

I suppose it is me, thinking too strictly.
My head trying to cope with the loneliness I hold.
Or perhaps This Land could just reach me better,
Maybe the people of the Land could have warmed my cold.

Spit your venom as you wish.
I’ve become quiet to the burning away of my flesh,
The snipping bites as it inches across my body,
The chilling agony that accompanies
When my bones are finally exposed.
I am left hideous and open.

Yet I will be patient.
I will let you stew in my silence,
Let you be unnerved by my tight lips
And the occasional hint of a smile
Even as your ghastly poison melts through
The withering tissue of my cheek.

Because watch.
There will be a time when I will be gone,
And your precious spit bucket will cease,
And you will wonder how I survived
When your venom starts sizzling patches
Upon your mindless tongue.