Swift
The world is chaos
Then order,
Chaos,
Order--
Oscillating

Rigid,
Dry eyes
Hunger rumbling silently
In your bones

You hunger
for him

Blue eyes sky
As tender as peach skin
Smiles galore
Your heart sings:
Let him in!

She is a volcano
Broiling
Mixed in her emotions,
Unstable

I am a butterfly
Finally free from my caterpillar form
I am free,
You can't catch me
As I revel delightfully in my liberty

Forms,
Packaged
In bodies
Captive
Seeking things that weren't sought,
At the edge of the precipise
Glimpsing at all their is

Conformity,
Abide by all the rules
Cling, ******, grasp
At air
You can't keep it here
You pummel love to make it suit you,
But you can't recruit lovers
Lovers are capricious,
Like a bird
Be still and silent
And it will come to you
But if you flail your arms
In frenzy
Trying to catch
It's beauty
It will fly far away from you,
And your desperate ways

Just let it all go,
And be content for today.