changes

Oh, darling, I wasn’t made for you.
I was made to make fire sweat.

havoc

Once hidden in the dark
Has now run into the live of day
Spewing acid like venom upon unsuspecting prey
With no fear of reprisals and running about having a field day
The havoc breeds chaos and division
When all most want is love without conditions
This thing we thought once lost to the sands of time
That is unless you lived with an opened mind
History is coming full circle but on a live news feed
So tell my friends once again did it ever really end?

the vow

her soul is a riptide.
she is made up of thunderstorms and scars,
a thing of beauty.
she draws on a supple canvas
with colors that are yet to be discovered.
her throat burns and her eyes sting,
but she is still upright.
she is standing in an idle town
with a sky as dark as her hair,
swimming in unfortunate circumstances.
and she clings onto a faint glimmer of hope
until her fingers start to bleed.
she never learned how to let go.
despite it all, she continues to blossom.
despite everything,
she still vows to love clouds
and sunsets and starry nights,
and she still burns bright.

write

the thing you are most
afraid to write.
write that.

moonstruck

I felt his breath on my neck whispering,
"It is so bizarre, how do I love you
without knowing who you are?"