Loving's such a beautiful thing
When you are to me,
the light above

Made for all to see,
our precious love.




I'm so sick of you.

I still think I made the wrong move.
And now my king's knocked down.
Can I replay? Restart? Whichever deems fit.
But we only have one life isn't it.
And one heart.
My soul still encompass the streets you used to walk on.
But it's still my soul. One soul.
There is no re in one. Singular, I must understand.
I beseech you, help me in this acceptance?
Oh, but no, cannot.
Vile. Most unedifying.
Because you made heart plural.
In fragments now, your work of art, your masterpiece.
Does this match your final draft?

People say, voices, or the wind, speak to them once in a while,
In decision makings, etcetera.
Of late, it's the storms whispering into my ears.
The hurricanes in fact.
Hurricane common sense.
I lack.
I lack I lack I lack.

But you know me, well versed in my torment.
Bluntly phrased, blinded.
Visibility's poor in the rain.
I see sunshine. And I'm drenched.
Ah, well, that must be the morning dew.
You see my gullible.
And my amazing ability to disregard my thoughts.
I do take my ruminations for granted though.
It's like they come with the air, hold no bearing.
No purpose, no life, no blood, no more.

I shouldn't have watched the show.
It evoked something not manifested for a long time.
Hello emotions, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.
And then the deep within surfaces and drowns the current.
But now, I'm caught off guard,
the flood's eminent, my arc's half built and I can't find the animals.

One thing about rebound, it's a second chance.
Breath after breathless.
No wonder coach made the shooters do suicides when they don't catch their rebounds.
Harsh.

Oh! Touch tomorrow.
HAHAHA let's see,

1. I can't find my boots

2. I'll die away after running, say, half field?

3. My nails. You die.






Loving's such a beautiful thing
Oh, you make my world,
A summers day

Or are you just a dream,
To fade?