I am not found loud in revelry-
in the noise of the night I am quiet
without the distinct need for rioting definition.
Not to debase their need
or to glorify my sweet bashful greed.
For peace, is something I crave, unsatisfied- I am unsavory.
The noise brings meaning to:
Ring in the New Year.
I find your little cries delightful, a better noise:
the groans of sleepy pleasure shrouded in night-
which is full of cupped spoons soon to be rinsed clean.
Deemed sparkling humanity,
with the presence of goodwill
presenting a better side of selflessness.
It is good medicine for a creative ego.

I am a tress-passer on the land belonging to the noble.
I am a sheep in wolves clothing.
I am nothing more than a ******* child of ignorance and closed windows.
I am backwards.
I am loud.
I am wrong.
I am **Kayleigh.

Explosions in the sky
Rip apart the shreds of thought I so
Desperately struggled to gather around myself

More beautiful than fireworks' light-hearted
Sighs, these demon waves penetrate
My ribcage, throttle my heart

Lights, lights, the unknown maestro
A landscape plagued by hiccups

I would cling to your side happily content to be with you.
So strong nothing could touch me, your comforting words.
I had no reason to ever doubt them, you were never wrong.

My perfect idol so confident funny and independent.
Always fighting a cause of some kind, always winning.
Everything about you was something I admired.

I was so young blinded by my love for you, foolish.
All the confidence and humour was just a shield.
To protect the depression and insecurity's you faced.

Now I understand, my admiration has only grown for you.
That you kept up that façade constantly not faltering once.
All of it to provide a childhood for me, You are selfless perfect.