Rock and mortar coat the halls joining the dust upon the walls Broken frames and shattered glass A storm had come, destruction lasts But beauty holds to the eyes that see that sometimes endings set you free A crack now cavernous its depths threaten ravenously Shudders, no tremors Feel the violence the world around you succumbs to silence ... ... ...and then it speaks. For once it all makes sense: The pain and struggle have finally left And you see it once, maybe twice But it's there. In her eyes you realize You truly care.
I guess love turns me into a fruit. And apparently even my happy poems possess eerie characteristics.