velocity's poetry.

lazy eye.

Broken oil canvas
oh, the tragedy
the art has fluttered off the page
how quaint it is to see
with two lazy eyes

- [ ] it's impossible if possible at whose blind word. people say things are impossible. like falling in love with you. but you're my home, my rock, my fool. falling in love with you was like the sky's horizon was clear and only the stars could guide us through. So clear but so unheard. the stars lead us to each other. the sky being an accomplice to such a beautiful turn of events. the sun shines brightly overhead, as if telling us our future is brilliant. there's beauty in not being able to see where you're going. it's quite beautiful following you into a meadow of intimacy. Lost and loaded. the flowers are starting to bloom. the brightly colored blossoms taking over the plain. Still the same old decent lazy eye, straight through your gaze. but it started to storm, and the florets began to lose their petals. the rain tore through, destroying everything it touched. including us. I've been waiting for this silence all night long. the beauty there once was, was gone. replaced with the terror of losing you, i lost myself.