There will be nights for driving home
accompanied by sad music and tears
There will be mornings when the sunrise
is so bright that it fills you with hope
There will be Mondays that are dreadful
Tuesdays that are just as bad and worse
Followed by adventure filled weekends
There are always going to be days
and no matter what those days bring
we have to immerse ourselves into them
When we are sad we must grieve
When we are happy we must glow
Don’t live each day as another
to simply check off the list
live them as their own
This my friend will give us a masterpiece
for life: a collection of beautiful days

i am
a confusing person.

i may
love things
that i hate;

i may
hate things
that i love.

sometimes
i adore the sun setting
and i close my eyes
as the sun drapes itself
with dust and memories.

then
i despise the way
the sun rises
with false anticipation
for children chasing them,
desiring to touch
even a glint of gold
and sunlight.

but i try not to love
the way your crooked smile
makes everything look
endearing.

because
i am afraid
that i will soon learn
to hate it.