“And, even if wars didn’t keep coming like glaciers, there would still be plain old death.”
The beauty lies in his words,
Jealousy is what I imbibe,
Streak of craziness, crisp of love
I deny, I submit and I die.
There’s the pavement
Its all shaded, some of it by shadows
Rest is wet in the Rain
Salty drops of crystal, rolling down my cheeks
They’d flow slowly, merging with rain
It feels like forever, it feels insane
My back feels heavy
Maybe its the pain, maybe its the guilt.
Footsteps, i hear footsteps
Heard them all day, tried to memorize
But these i recognize,
I look up, my lips shaping into a smile
He seals his with mine, fingers brushing my cheeks
Leaving me curious, wondering, confused, shy
The thought keeps returning
Even in this rain..
Can he see the pain?
Can he see the tears i hide?
For he just whispered, a soft velvet whisper
‘Love, its going to be alright..
The beauty they feel when seen by others for what they really are. That hope that keeps them moving, somewhere someday someone might come and just steal that heart and lock it away. That fear of isolation, of someone not being able to understand them. That silence that runs in those veins, silenced by fear of death.. This is life to me.