Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

You are always be the first to pick the flowers when they blossom
The one who sees the light in all dark corners of the world

One who sees broken souls as potential unobscured entities
But cracks can always be seen even after a broken being is stitched together

An infinite caisson of emotions
Caged emotions
Unable to roam free as the ones others possess

Old soul
Ripened far too early

I know you more than you believe
Maybe not comprehend
But know

You're beautiful
Not just appearance
You're truly beautiful
A soul as pure as yours is not capable of hurting and selfishly treading into and out a vulnerable persons life

Truthfully, I don't know how you do it
Helping and guiding as if you yourself have no demons to fight

But be careful
Spend too much time on broken people and you will begin to break too

You're admirable
Amicable
A person of wonder
A never-ending aurora

I am not apt to dance with fleeting judgement
Gone awry, left of right
A pain stained glance through her window
Strikes a splintered gaze in spite~
loyalties sworn in the moment,
shifted by the hands of time
reaching out with subtle movement
crashed onto the seaweed shore.
Coral kiss may not recover, unresolved and underscored.
A talon's reach amidst the plunder grabbing bodies off the floor
diving swiftly out and under
shifting upwards, on the run.
Phasing inwards contemplation
in between the Earth and Sun.
Moonlight walkers jubilation~
infiltrating everyone.
Cast a spell of Celebrations,
right of left, to keep the balance
turns the page
for brand new season~
blows the Horn of Clarion.