Soft
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I am not going to lie, sometimes it is hard to be a good person,
Because everything that is going on around you can cause you to worsen.
When you are going through something, it can be very easy to turn cold,
Sculpted hammer of divinity comes down, and
My skull is cracked and leaking
Adorned by a veil of mourning glories in full bloom
Laced, tethered stems joining at the base
Soft gentle petals hugging
There I was
Sitting alone,
With my hands
Caressing the strings
The wind carried my noise far
Down to the corner
The people turned
And they heard
The sweet, soft crying
nothing turns into something
im surrounded with grey rays of dim light
a storm cloud looms over my head
they catch the rain but the storm doesnt pass
my clothes are soaked and my mascaras running
hes truly something else to me
i study him as if hes written shakespeare
i worship him as if he were a god
lately, things have been a little too much for me.
i havent been the happiest
and i had no explanation on why,
he lays in her lap as her petal-soft fingers run through his star-ridden curls
he tells her that her freckles could make an entire galaxy
i want to write a poem about you
but its nearly midnight and im so tired i can feel the bags under my eyes building every single time i blink
“do you love me?”
her bright eyes dig into your soul,
her star-spun fingers twitch nervously.
star-spun imagination
making everything about the sky
see the galaxies in her eyes
the stars in her hair
she was like watercolor.
no.
She was watercolor.
her bright red smile would slip through my fingers just as it came,
Without my glasses on, the world softens at about 10 feet.
Usually it feels Constricting, Confining, Claustophobic,
But today, it is my happy tent of reality.
Comfort can be hard to find in the winter.I always find it in Hot Chocolate.Because it’s more than a taste of sweetness.It’s the feeling that comes with it.
What a beautiful weapon she is.
She's the sharpest edge and the prettiest sight,
The softest, sweetest bringer of night,
And all with a teasing kiss.
What a beautiful, beautiful weapon she is.
Grey nose, white tail.
Soft feet hop down the trail.
At the end a light.
Shining in the night.
Who sits there at the end?
Grey nose, white tail.
A girl covered in a black veil.
A bridge among barricades
A bird among bears
Love is free, love is peace
Trust from a tired heart
Energy from an exhausted mind
Love connects, love supports
A soft little kitten
My finger he has bitten
Yet I simply grin.
I hold him tenderly
Hoping he'll purr to me
Sleeping under my chin.
Striped oranger face and white paws
It's Kind
It Knows No Enemies
It Thinks No Evil
It Rejoices Truth
It Believes All
It Never Fails
It's not Faith or Hope
It's Love.
Loved Unconditionally SS <3
Mystery women
Profound and grand in nature
Like a jewel
Under the willow tree,
you kissed me
we danced
we hugged
we picked the small leaves.
Under the porch roof,
you held me
we whispered
we giggled
we wondered about the wood.
Blissful weights on fluttering lashes,
soothing kisses of wonderlands untold,
where the rules of the world crumble to ashes
and the most sacred of treasures you too can hold.
Gently slipping into enveloping black,
She used to be so soft spokenNow she puts up a front acting all toughRaged because she feels usedAnd the world owes her something for leading her too be fooled and pulled into the reality of the true ending of a fairy tale
Bricks are made for building
Made for making chaos out of glass
Their purpose overlaps
And sunshine's really soft
Until it's fire on your skin
And tucked away when the night begins
