For weeks and weeks,
I tried to conquer my defeats,
simply by playing it on repeat,
and finding the reason why I am so,
just for me to heal what I have to fix,
and let go of things that were untied to
my thread and feed it to the monsters
I’d rather forget, than to forge fake happiness
I slept on the cold hard floor, wishing that
this inner battle would all end.
Because, I want a clean slate with you in it,
like a burst of new color that is charming,
enthralling to my eyes…
The perfect hues of sincerity with your brown
fiery orbs I live, and not die.
I am glorious in your arms, each tear
became gold that bought me the world,
I am beautiful in your side, like
puzzles fitting perfectly togeter,
with my heart, out thumping like a chaotic
drum, I let everything dance as it is,
letting fate do its work,
getting you near me.
Everything is perfect under the drizzling rain.