Silent and soft, falling and
Sticking to my eyelashes.
Cold, tip of my tongue for a
Nanosecond. Barely real in
A world so
Beautiful, yet so
Dark and destructive. Covering the
Ugly with an invisibility
Cloak of white.
To decide and to give hope
To those who live for that one
Flake of perfection, wonder.
To see it again, I would
Say anything, be anyone;
Just a single, perfect moment of
White Bliss.
YOU ARE READING
Fighting Reality
PoetryReality and I are at war. What about, I've never really been sure. But I'm trying my best to figure it out.
