Bus stop thoughts

It's simple, isn't it? "It's always darkest before the dawn". That's how the saying goes. It might be soothing to some, but not to me. You see, as much as I'd like to blindly believe that, something keeps pulling me away... what about the ones who don't see the dawn? There are exceptions to everything: some people never graduate, some people never marry; I think it's fairly reasonable to assume some people never see the dawn. If that's true, what happens to them? What happens to us?

Sil

The bell that chimes with all its might

The gusts of wind bring soft whistling

A heartbeat synced with booming copper and zinc

Our breaths run deep across the tight strings

An orchestra of feelings

Building up to the ceiling

As a new phase is beginning

And the unfeigned sounds keep repeating

The fruit bearing branches await in glee

That you may sit together beneath the tree

And hear that sweet melody

Can you hear the symphony?

It grows

How amusing it must be for those on the outside.
To see us stumble in the dark, unknowingly being trapped in it just like the rest of us.
They remain still, allowing all the darkness around them to grow.
They don't realize their essence is also slipping away. Perhaps it doesn't matter to them.
That's why it's important to stumble even if we fall, our bruises help us hold on.
Who we are should never be taken from us, we mustn't let it.
We need to find each other again.

My Best Friend's Wedding

The different pieces blend together

However opposite they may be

It was as natural as blinking

The love that grew in between

Time passes by

We smile without a reason

It’s enough to satisfy

The driest of the seasons

Our earth will shake and tremble

And mountains will eventually fall

On that day we will assemble

It will not be our downfall

For this love can gather us

This love makes us whole

It lives in our hearts

It fills us with joy

Our rainbow covered hearts

Illuminate our souls

Let us sleep soundly because we know

This love will never let us go

The House

There is a house waiting in the fields

Where we shed all our tears

Now our eyes will cry no more

And all seeds refuse to grow

It cannot be kept at bay

The walls are dripping with gray

From all the pain it’s been keeping

The place in which my love was weeping

I searched for years in every room

Finding only something doomed

There was never something born

The house is all that’s left to mourn 

The Wait

Our lives were always meant for change

We only make believe it’s exactly the same

The never-ending cycle of standing still

Driving the madness back to the rear

The owl watches our leaves fall

A witness to an unfilled life

Born in the midst of whispers and deceit

Waiting until everything stops

I could feel the pain again

My old familiar fate

Pounding away beneath my breasts

Making its way through my chest

I felt it in my heart

The day had finally come

I would want nothing else

I would need nothing more

Dolls

It's a rare thing to behold
A connection richer than gold
The serenity that follows
When souls are no longer hollow

Some mouths may sour
Worry not for your mate
Even in the darkest hour
None will be unmade

Eternity is your treasure
Forever together
Through bonds unbroken
And words unspoken