I felt pretty today,
Like the glimmering sun.
I felt happy today,
Like nothing else mattered.
I felt confident today,
I love the sound of
And when we can giggle over nothing.
I love it when we sleep over,
A foggy memory tickles my mind
I need to cry, but everything seems blind.
I’m 6 feet under.
The soil stained,
By my emotions,
That carefree child of mine
Who’d skip through endless
fields of flowers
Without a care in the world
Blurred is the line of time,
Somewhere between reality and imagination,
That subtle figment of disbelief,
Again and again,
I love the you that you are when you are alone,
The you that you are when you’re at home,
When you look with soft eyes at the cat,
The you that you are when you step onto the doormat.
I open my eyes,
Seeing a barely knit community,
Everyone ignoring those who they pass,
Going only to those they relate to,
In the depths of my heart, emotions concealed, a silent love story, forever shielded, not to wound the bond we hold dear.
With every beat of my heart, a love blossoms, yet fear's grip keeps it hidden away.