You.

A word to describe my faith, A place I know I'm safe, A light I know I crave, A glimpse of your soothing face.

A soul adorned in every shade of the sky, All your imperfections make me come alive, A sin if they say, I would love to commit, A head full of thoughts of you underneath.

A devil is ready to submit all his crimes, Lay it out to an angel that knows his kind, A wall I made to protect the scrapes of mine, Yet you gathered them all just to see me smile.

you. just you. ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

Pulse

A reason for me Far greater than mine. Fulfilling your wish, For us to be in time.

A space that we shape With grace and peace of mind, A warm home of us, Where our love subtly shines.

As we roam and we breathe And see these naked skies, The stars gleam just enough; To spark these flames of time.

Silly games that we play, Tumbling over as we slide Nothing but love, A boundless, blooming surprise.

The rhythm of us - subtle, alive, unshakable. ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

I saw ego dissolve love,

It dissolved us

A relation with no commitment,

Just a well defined hush.

— @stanzaof4

Becoming

So she spoke with patience seasoned grace, mesmerized me Reflected on her again.

Grown as she is, I look up; she's not the same. Slowly as she builds a home our heart craves.

From being messy, to messing with our space, just to find the right place for us to comfortably lay.

Blessing; a beautiful reflection of faith, her timeless memory in me, I place.

- @rhymeandromance

Look at their desperate attempts to bond, now that they’re the ones becoming dependent...

The sudden change in tone when time isn’t in their favor anymore...

The demands for acceptance and understanding , the things they never offered or even cared about..

It’s ironic how they paint themselves as the victims, when they were, and still are, the selfish ones...

The audacity to expect bonding, when they never put in any effort or time...

Watch their expression when they realize how lonely the house actually is...

But they never stop to think how haunted it must have been for a child.

I'd take you with me,

Anywhere I go. 

To bad you don't want to be 

With me 

Friends say I look sad but they don't know. 

Buried inside, I wannna cry. 

I'm wasting my time...I know. 

But I'd take you with me,

Anywhere I'd go.

Im happy 

I'm free 

Even if this is a little out of reality

I'm crying 

Willingly

I killed a tree, it lives with me

the dark tinted window panes,

what do you do?

Losing the edges but still holding through

the squeaky rough wood,

what did you gain?

Crumbled expressions, Stubbed toes and immense pain

the old rustling wood,

what you got to say?

Speaking of secrets discussed behind my foray

the old cracked wood,

did the hardships pay?

do the wrinkles line up like the enemies you've made

the old banal wood ,

what do you teach?

to not lose lusture even when you preach

the mighty strong wood,

how are you living?

hanging on through clamps and lifeless fittings?

talking to you maybe typical of me,

I killed a tree, it lives with me.