sunshine behind grey clouds ;
a silence deafeningly loud.
can't raise an arm ;
i'm stuck in the melodic alarm.
in the dark i find the moon ;
hope to rise early soon.
over the flowers my heart shattered ;
like a bird, a butterfly, she fluttered.
i left the closet twice ;
played a game with no prize.
listing down wishes tonight ;
pray under a candlelight.
i find happiness on a tree ;
let you go like a melody.
lights won't go off until january ;
a turtle that lasted only as a memory.
it's the end of an era ;
i feel change in the air.
get friends that are here but only in spirit ;
first fifteen years of life sealed with a kiss and a gift.
storm's coming around anytime ;
scaratches and bruises, oh it's a crime.
when branches get cut off, replace them with pots of plants ;
and in the next few days, there was no poem, no plan.
everybody seems busy ;
i'm feeling lazy, a cold december kiss.
the world stretches far off in the distance ;
healing starts in the cuts on my hands.
after the storm comes a rainbow ;
it's festive and bright even with my head low.
dancing under shadows ;
it's cold and there's not one bit of snow.
the view just gets better the third time ;
at least i never ran out of rhymes.
going to paint a new picture, trust the process ;
you heal the identity i suppress.
lighting fireworks that'll shine like me.
