taunting, like my childhood bully on the blacktop of the elementary school i once attended. poking me all over. tormenting me. the mocking laughter. kicking me in the ribs, until i ran out of air. that's what our memories feel like
The land under the moonlight; Nothing but a silhouette. The night sky Filled with childish dreams. By daybreak you can see that day is darker then the night. Earth is a cold bitter world mocking the weak.
you wrapped your unending vulnerability inside a cocoon of every single one of the foul deeds you committed. every shameful secret you bought to life.
and you wonder why you can never grow strong. why the only part of you that can take a hit is the armour you bought for far too little to bleed into your blood stream and offer your body the support your degenerate being can't supply.
I sit here lost in my thoughts , soaking up with the happenings
I caught A luminous face of olive white , the brightest eyes of ocean blue staring into mine.
Would you believe ? Slowing down of time? I did As she turned her head That luminous face changed form Barely grasping my sight,
Like the breeze before the storm, The storm I only wish I witnessed. Seeing her walk away in the most graceful stlye,
I wonder if her peach lips had reflected a smile !! As she brushed her hair behind her ear, A Sensed a gentle breeze pushing me out of senses Was she mocking my reality ? Was I wrong? My spring was here a lil late I only wish I could have taken a glimpse of her eyes I only wish to prove myself the reality...