Linking Flesh to Unreal Ideals
This is one of those "I don't know where the hell this came from" pieces. I personally think that it's a little...eh...but I haven't written anything in awhile, so I figured I'd post it anyways.
A heart is a whole of a mind that is a piece of a puzzle that makes up the world.
Wrapped in a wet-towel ribcage, my heart beats for heat;
Why doth thou possess a mind so squishy, my love?
I reach out to you and sink in amongst the soft marshmallow texture.
Ah, but your softness compliments my hard military guise:
An unlikely two pieces that make up the slate-green cornerstone.
A body is a mirror of a reality that exposes the soul of the universe.
Encased in a bloody blanket of sensation, the universe is a sea that runs like pea soup;
How canst thou hold up a mirror so vast, my love?
My reality wishes to coexist with the silver-painted sunsets that strip joy from the clouds.
Ah, but silver and glass never reflected the same thing:
Fragile, or tarnished—they are but two sides of the same human-forged fate.
A lifetime is an accomplishment of the truth that builds the friendship that forms lava.
Surrounded by magnetic monsters, a pacemaker is only as good as what it tries to save;
Why dost thou flinch from my embrace, my love?
Ah, but a sunshine-filled solitude is more painful than a dark-enclosed socialization:
An abandoned mall is the ultimate metaphor for closing-time.
A heart is a piece of a mirror that exposes the reality of friendship:
Must I spell it out so clearly, my dear?
A bloodred crust coats the coasting wave—I suggest you watch out.
When all is said and done, who shall claim victory over the rubble of humanity?
A tempting layer of froth coats the too-strong coffee underneath.
But I’m sweet, I swear; care to give me a taste?