the clouds are as heavy
as your eyes are, with tears
don't let it rain over me.

Sometimes rain is needed for us to see the rainbow.

In a generation of decadence
it's sad
that we cannot simply enjoy
simple civility.

Perhaps inflation
has taken a toll on our cost of living
increasing the price
we need to pay
to earn civil manners.

Girl, do you want a bad boy?
Warning:
if you can't handle the heat,
get off the stove.

Know them:
Bad boys are bad
not there to put up some suave show
they do bad stuff with ill intentions
not just some petty mean stuff.

Identify them:
They may not even look like one
cue the handsome look
they may even act like angels
it's really hard
differentiating them
from their goody two shoes counterpart.
How i find one when there's no archetypal look??

Game plan and execution:
1. Do something to blend in,
   not asking you to dabble in crime.
2. Make them feel at ease with you
If you're hot, you can opt to skip to step 2. You can be rest assured you won't blend in like the normal plebeians.


     So open your eyes wide
you might strike the lottery!
  if you're (un)lucky you may score one
          real bad ***.
Good luck in your pursuit.

P.S: They are not a species near extinction.

Feelings are simple,
there is no need to complicate things.

People make them cryptic
in effort of conveying them
that sometimes
they themselves too get lost
in a repetition festival of superfluous words.

A child's job
is to dream;
dreams would condense
into
clouds of cotton candy.

Clouds
shelters them
from
watchful sun's erratic behaviour;
if sun e'er too angry
melted clouds
can be plucked
for reminiscence.
If e'er a mass too heavy,
will pour sugary rains
of passion.

Winds have no power
to emancipate
clouds
from sheltering
the innocence of a child.