Temporary Bliss

fire burning bright we were tiny stars in this dark dark world tiny specks of dust floating in the air did we matter  to anyone else but us  barely breathing we suffocated put ourselves later while embracing another  we tried dear darling but forever  was never meant to be

He was an army Coming straight for my heart He shot his arrow And I let him in  I lost my heart to him but I'd do it all over again For it was the greatest war But then he stopped Stopped fighting for me My heart All I was left with Was my battle scars

The tiny stem of a common plant Its leaves as green as the morning grass Its petals blossoming into the sky Its beauty captivating he who sees A soul wandering in the world Trips over to find merely a stick Bends a little to pick up and see Another trapped soul fading to grey Each life in every flower One by one struggling for revival Immortal, undying, eternal beauty Amaranthine are those flowers And at last he had found her She wore flowers in her hair And carried mysteries in her eyes She spoke to none and loved the Sun Her eyes were daisies Dancing in the morning Sun Her words were buttercups Light and fragile He knew he had found his rose He knew he had found his amaranthine She felt herself fading slowly Just the way weeds do Little did she know That weeds were just unloved flowers Little did she know He was her Sun. 

In the dark It hits you harder than before Like a stranger stepping into your space A midnight robbery Along with your slumber Embezzled, your mind. Vantablack All your now damp eyes can make out The familiar specter Of a pensive soul At battle With none but its own. An end or a beginning Never lucid It wrecks and crushes and ruins All and any Bliss Merely dismal.