Your bliss turns to blues.
You're in the bottom
but now you know
your only way is up.
Your warmth turns to drought.
You can pour gasoline
in the dying fire inside of you
to feel warm again.
Your love turns to lost.
You may have lost in love
but in the first place,
you found it.
They say, the only thing
that is constant is change.
But can bliss, warmth, and love
be constant........ for a change?
sorry if my flow is kinda ~c h a o t i c~ my thoughts are scattered while writing this.
i love how writing for me is like an equivalent of screaming your lungs out on top of the building, or it could be like drinking a cup of tea.
