peytonkaelyn

The path seems darker than before. 
The rain seems to shimmer and pour.
The gates seem to open as you walk along the path.
You didn’t seem to notice the sociopath. 
Your lover stands awaiting your arrival. 

We always visit our special place.
We run around at a quick pace.
We smell the flowers around every corner.
Awaiting for every new foreigner,
we greet them as they walk through the pearly, white gates.
The people await their fates.

sink . . . 

sinking down the drain.

drain . . . 

the easiest way to get rid of emotions.

emotions . . . 

no one sees the point of them.

them . . . 

Deep inside the garden below.
Creatures and fairies approach. 
Moths and butterflies fly around.
Bees make buzzing sounds. 
The flower petals fall with the wind.
The colors can only be found within. 

Red. 

Cherries, apples, cars, and toys.

Everything that is red certainly makes a noise.

From strawberries, peppers, roses, and trees too. 

Red is the color for me and you.