the moon of my life; you'll always have your gravitational pull on my watery heart

my heart is filled with happy tears of joy

buddying tears on the sides of my eyes when I'm so happy to see you

be around you

when we have the bestest of time

when we're laughin' the hardest

when you make me feel like the funniest

those are happy tears that fill my watery heart

the moon of my life; yes, you'll always have your gravitational pull on my watery heart

Slowly gifted
slowly lifted
the wayward ends
-
No more knots
do not's and dont's
kinks and bends
-
in a plan of attack
that I would do all again

it's only been a week
****, maybe two
feelings from left field
some boiling red
some blue
we're not good together
it may be forced
feelings like this
end in divorce

little sticks
and burnt rips
little sentiments
and barely any remnants
of things that hold you back
to ever love again
or even be my friend
to lose, you open up another pack

knuckles always bruised
lower than the rainbow
touching earth's surface
but you still have a halo
-
if you cared, you'd leave me on delivered
because, if you don't
everything will be triggered

Your angelic voice,
it just lays down on my ear drums like the finest silk made straight from the cocoon of our cultivating love.
of course, it's a raw, earthy cocoon, dropped several times off the tree of life.
but that was our origin. so why dispute it?
i brush off the dirt on my side of the cocoon but yours has been left stained from the past.
if a divine deity looked down upon our enveloped love, they would see a great divide.
one pure.
one polluted.
one yearns.
one loses.
one in the same, both feelings are identical, but for other passions.
so. i sit here.
trying my best to clean your side of the cocoon as i displace you to my side and you ***** up mine.
a forever cycle of uncleanliness and a weird form of cat and mouse.

Glided Skies
and purple rain.
Silent nights
and purple pain.

Let it be known these bruises fade,
but they're still there, in the lightest shade.